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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 The Hawk in the Rain (1957)

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We now give more serious weight to the words of a country's poets than to the words of its politicians — though we know the latter may interfere more drastically with our lives.

Poetry International Programme note (1967)

However rootedly national it may be, poetry is less and less the prisoner of its own language.

Poetry International Programme note (1967)

The idea of global unity is not new, but the absolute necessity of it has only just arrived, like a sudden radical alteration of the sun, and we shall have to adapt or disappear.

Poetry International Programme note (1967)

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

Lupercal (1960)

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

Lupercal (1960)

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