What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life. — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
The inmost spirit of poetry, in other words, is at bottom, in every recorded case, the voice of pain – and the physical body,… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
“I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come. — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old That past nightfall I… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
As Popa penetrates deeper into his life, with book after book, it begins to look like a Universe passing through a Universe. It is… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
“I had let it all grow. I had supposed It was all OK. Your life Was a liner I voyaged in. Costly education had… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
He could not stand. It was not That he could not thrive, he was born With everything but the will – That can be… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
“If you're all so peaceful up there, how did you get such greedy and cruel ideas?" The dragon was silent for a long time… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me. — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
With a sudden sharp hot stink of fox, It enters the dark hole of the head. The window is starless still; the clock ticks,… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
