Ted Hughes

Rating: 5
Rating: 5

Ted Hughes Biography

Ted Hughes is consistently described as one of the twentieth century’s greatest English poets. Born August 17th, 1930 in Mytholmroyd, Yorkshire, his family moved to Mexborough when he was seven to run a newspaper and tobacco shop. He attended Mexborough grammar school, and wrote his first poems from the age of fifteen, some of which made their way into the school magazine. Before beginning English studies at Cambridge University (having won a scholarship in 1948), he spent much of his National service time reading and rereading all of Shakespeare. According to report, he could recite it all by heart. At Cambridge, he he 'spent most..time reading folklore and Yeat's poems,' and switched from English to Archaeology and Anthropology in his third year.

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Ted Hughes Comments

Meg Tapp 24 September 2011

'Lovesong' just became one of my favourite poems. So rarely do we come across poems that speak so truthfully and honestly. Beautiful. Can't believe I never knew of it until now!

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Manju Shree 22 February 2010

It’s quite interesting that Hughes has chosen fox to trace the stirrings of poetical ideas in his mind. Fox is a sly animal, very slippery. Not to be caught easily. It always tries to hoodwink the hunters and other animals. It’s somewhat elusive. So is also the poetry. The poetical ideas appear dim, elusive in the beginning. But as the poet goes on giving it a thought the ideas get conceptualized and it’s captured permanently as poetry on the page.

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Dhanya Rajan 16 November 2012

Bride and groom lie hidden for three days. My favorite Ted Hughes poem.

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Paul Butters 11 October 2009

A great poet. Cannot access his poems here now however.

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Tapas Bandyopadhaya 12 September 2006

Fabulous poem. I had dared to dream of a site where all poems would be of such a standard. But the democratic spirit of PoemHunter is also eminently admirable. However, Mary Angelou as the 2nd favourite poet after Neruda and Tagore coming at number 60 and Derek Walcott, I havent found him yet.

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milan 23 March 2020

amazing poems, Ted well done Your stories and poems are amazing

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simonas 18 March 2020

I love the poems! ! !

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Aroonima sinha 10 September 2019

The brother'dream by ted hughes

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Michael Walker 28 July 2019

I like some of Hughes' poems, like 'Photograph', but not the ones about animals.

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The Best Poem Of Ted Hughes

Lovesong

He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment's brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there was

Her embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon's gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wall

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage

In the morning they wore each other's face

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