Ted Hughes
Ted Hughes
Edward James "Ted" Hughes, OMwas an English poet and children's writer. Critics frequently rank him as one of the best poets of his generation, and one of the twentieth century's greatest writers. He served as Poet Laureate from 1984 until his death...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 August 1930
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Maybe making an extra mortgage payment -- that's a great idea.
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Most writers of verse have several different personalities. The ideal is to find a style or a method that includes them all.
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I wrote a letter to them saying, 'No, I don't want to collaborate,' and they kept coming back. Why would I want to be involved in moments of my childhood which I never want to return to? I want nothing to do with this film. I will never, never in a million years go to see it.
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I think the real fascination of fishing to me is certainly more than just fish. It's something to do with the whole world... of your reaction to, your response to water and things living in water, the fascination of flowing water and living things coming up out of it - to grab at you and be grabbed.
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Good metrical rhymed verse, if it's to grip the imagination and stay readable, has to have, as well as those external formal features, the same dynamo of hidden musical dramatic laws as the apparently free verse.
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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.
instruments changed fangs
The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument.
jewels blue pits
In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue.
dark dancing water
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.
sea ears haunting
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.
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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.
journey rivers light
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.
love two woods
There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.