Ted Hughes Quotes

Applause is the beginning of abuse

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini and according to antique authority have a literary talent which of course your letters prove.

And the elephant sings deep in the forest-maze About a star of deathless and painless peace But no astronomer can find where it is.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me or readdress me.

The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.

So the self under the eye lies Attendant and withdrawn.

The sea cries with its meaningless voice Treating alike its dead and its living

Where white is black and black is white I won.

In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue.

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves come separately to a wood.

The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.

You are who you choose to be.

Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this.

Prose narratives etcetera can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree haloed with stars...

What happened casually remains -

The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date; A life subdued to its instrument.

The deeps are cold: In that darkness camaraderie does not hold: Nothing touches but clutching devours.

Even the most misfitting childWho's chanced upon the library's worth Sits with the genius of the EarthAnd turns the key to the whole world.--"Hear It Again

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.

The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come.

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 human beings need to confess?

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.

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.

And as if reporting some felony to the police they let you know you were not John Donne.

Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.

The dreamer in her Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it. That moment the dreamer in me Fell in love with her and I knew it

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed And my head worn out with love at rest In my hands and my hands full of dust.

Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir so immense and old That past nightfall I dared not cast.

But who is stronger than death? Me evidently .

The wolf is living for the earth.

What's writing really about? It's about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.

It took the whole of Creation to produce my foot my each feather: now I hold Creation in my foot.

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.

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.

What happens in the heart simply happens.

Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen. Night passed.

He was his own leftover the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

The progress of any writer is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own inner police system.

The gash in its throat was shocking but not pathetic.