Ted Hughes (1930 - 1998 / West Yorkshire / England)
Quotations
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''Underwater eyes, an eel's
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. An Otter (l. 1-2). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
Oil of water body, neither fish nor beast is the otter:'' -
''he will lick
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. An Otter (l. 35-40). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
The fishbone bare. And can take stolen hold
On a bitch otter in a field full
Of nervous horses, but linger nowhere.
Yanked above hounds, reverts to nothing at all,
To this long pelt over the back of a chair.'' -
''The heart beats thick,
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. An Otter (l. 33-34). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
Big trout muscle out of the dead cold;'' -
''So the self under the eye lies,
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. An Otter (l. 27-28). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
Attendant and withdrawn.'' -
''Now I hold Creation in my foot
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Hawk Roosting (l. 12-17). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads
The allotment of death.'' -
''I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Hawk Roosting (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.'' -
''The mouth of the drowned dog. After long rain the land
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. November (l. 1-3). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Was sodden as the bed of an ancient lake,
Treed with iron and birdless.'' -
''Minute after minute, aeon after aeon,
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Pibroch (l. 21-25). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
Nothing lets up or develops.
And this is neither a bad variant nor a tryout.
This is where the staring angels go through.
This is where all the stars bow down.'' -
''The sea cries with its meaningless voice,
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Pibroch (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
Treating alike its dead and its living,'' -
''The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Pike (l. 13-15). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
Not to be changed at this date;
A life subdued to its instrument;''
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Pike
Pike, three inches long, perfect
Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold.
Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin.
They dance on the surface among the flies.
Or move, stunned by their own grandeur,
Over a bed of emerald, silhouette
Of submarine delicacy and horror.
A hundred feet long in their world.
