Saturday, August 11, 2012

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 tress, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across  clearing ,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 Huges

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