He could not stand. It was notThat he could not thrive, he was bornWith 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
In those days I coercedOracular assuranceIn my favour out of every sign. - Ted Hughes
What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life. - Ted Hughes
Wadsworth MoorWhere the millstone of skyGrinds light and shadow so purple-fineAnd has ground it so longGrinding the skin off the earthEarth bleeds her raw true darknessA land naked now as a woundThat the sun swabs and dabsWhere the miles of agony are numbnessAnd harebell and heather a euphoria - Ted Hughes
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
There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood. - Ted Hughes