Fox #6

Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Foxi Love
I havent done a fox post in ages. A friend recently told me about this beautiful poem by Ted Hughes. It is beautiful. If you do not know Ted, he’s commonly known as the dark Sylvia Plath and was actually married to her from 1956 till her suicide in 1963. Macabre. Enjoy the poem.

The Thought-Fox

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.

-Ted Hughes


PS. Never sacrifice who you are just because someone has a problem with it.


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