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.
Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely. - Ted Hughes
Prose, narratives, etcetera, can carry healing. Poetry does it more intensely.
- Ted Hughes
And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate… - Ted Hughes
And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate…
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the… - Ted Hughes
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the…
You are who you choose to be. - Ted Hughes
You are who you choose to be.
The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old. - Ted Hughes
The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.
Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly. - Ted Hughes
Show him every dawn & read to him endlessly.
Where white is black and black is white, I won. - Ted Hughes
Where white is black and black is white, I won.
The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living - Ted Hughes
The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living
What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life. - Ted Hughes
What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.
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