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The Thought-Fox – Ted Hughes – Analysis

I once was introduced to Ted Hughes at what was then Roehampton Instute for Higher Education. Sadly he was well into his cups, so to speak and had nothing to say either to me or the fellow who had introduced me. Neverthless, he had a monumental presence.

my word in your ear

The Thought-Fox

I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: 
Something else is alive
Beside the clock’s loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star: 
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow 
A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow 
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye, 
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

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.

Ted Hughes (1930 - 1998)

This poem was included in ‘The…

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By penwithlit

Freelance writer and radio presenter

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