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"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."
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Pike (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"Stilled legendary depth:
It was as deep as England: it held
Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old
That past nightfall I dared not cast"
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. Pike (l. 33-36). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press. |
"A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow"
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. The Thought-Fox (l. 10-13). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
"Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed."
Ted Hughes (b. 1930), British poet. The Thought-Fox (l. 20-24). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company. |
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