THE THOUGHT-FOX
—Ted Hughes (1930-1998)
Through the window I see no star:
Though deeper within darkness
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
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.
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—Medusa, celebrating that “sharp hot stink of fox”, and the poetry it brings ~
For more about Ted Hughes and “The Thought-Fox”, go to www.richardwebster.net/tedhughes.html/.
For an article about writing poetry, see interestingliterature.com/2017/02/five-of-the-best-poems-about-writing-poetry/.
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