a winter poem for the new year
Jan. 1st, 2013 11:45 pm"The Thought Fox" by Ted Hughes
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.
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.
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Date: 2013-01-11 11:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-01-12 12:56 am (UTC)I always feel a little bit guilty about loving anything by Ted Hughes because of Sylvia Plath. But not for long, because much of his work is visually, viscerally exquisite. And he wrote my favorite essay on poetic meter in Winter Pollen.
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Date: 2013-01-12 02:21 am (UTC)though I'm pretty sure depression is not any particular person's fault...I feel that way about her *own* poetry, actually.
I'll have to read that! Poetic meter signally fails to interest me, and I feel this should not be so. Especially not when I occasionally have people read my poetry...
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Date: 2013-01-12 09:11 pm (UTC)