The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but, clutching, devours. Ted Hughes More Quotes by Ted Hughes More Quotes From Ted Hughes What happened casually remains - Ted Hughes remains happened The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad. Ted Hughes participation administration looks You solve it as you get older, when you reach the point where you've tasted so much that you can somehow sacrifice certain things more easily, and you have a more tolerant view of things like possessiveness (your own) and a broader acceptance of the pains and the losses. Ted Hughes pain acceptance loss He could not stand. It was not That he could not thrive, he was born With everything but the will – That can be deformed, just like a limb. Death was more interesting to him. Life could not get his attention. Ted Hughes born attention interesting Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this. Ted Hughes things-have-changed changed eye I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat. Ted Hughes eye dream sleep And as if reporting some felony to the police they let you know you were not John Donne. Ted Hughes donne police knows Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen. Night passed. Ted Hughes iron men night In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue. Ted Hughes pits jewels blue Applause is the beginning of abuse Ted Hughes applause abuse The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument. Ted Hughes instruments hooked changed It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot, my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot. Ted Hughes sophistry creation feet As Popa penetrates deeper into his life, with book after book, it begins to look like a Universe passing through a Universe. It is one of the most exciting things in modern poetry, to watch this journey being made. Ted Hughes journey watches book So the self under the eye lies, Ted Hughes eye self lying
