He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of. Ted Hughes More Quotes by Ted Hughes More Quotes From Ted Hughes Where white is black and black is white, I won. Ted Hughes blackwhite You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove. Ted Hughes antiquestalentletters The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain – and the physical body, so to speak, of poetry, is the treatment by which the poet tries to reconcile that pain with the world. Ted Hughes painvoicetrying It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot. 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. Ted Hughes sophistrybodyfeet I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is. Ted Hughes peopleworldthinking And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze Ted Hughes elephantsstarsforests 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 pagesdarkhot Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me. Ted Hughes parceladdresses This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose; then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye. Ted Hughes orangeeyenight Haven’t you heard of the music of the spheres?” asked the dragon. “It’s the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. I’m a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful. Ted Hughes dragonsspacestars The Shell The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me. Ted Hughes shellsseasound So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light. Ted Hughes lightjourneyrivers What happens in the heart simply happens. Ted Hughes happensheart But who is stronger than death? Me , evidently . Ted Hughes stronger The wolf is living for the earth. Ted Hughes earth 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 nightfalldepthpast The gash in its throat was shocking, but not pathetic. Ted Hughes patheticshockingthroat Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give. Ted Hughes dancingdarkgiving The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come. Ted Hughes horizonlongworld The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness. Ted Hughes ironhousemen
