“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. The convenience of the high trees! The air's buoyancy and… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
“speechless, castaway and wry a spellbound oddity am I my feet are locked upon the clay my gaze is locked upon the sky” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
