The Thought-FoxBy Ted HughesI imagine this midnight moment’s forest:Something else is aliveBesides the clock’s lonelinessAnd this blank page where my fingers move.Through the window I see no star:Something more nearThough deeper within darknessIs entering the loneliness:Cold, delicately as the dark snow,A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;Two eyes serve a movement, that nowAnd again now, and … Continue reading “this midnight moment’s forest | My Assignment Tutor”

The Thought-FoxBy Ted HughesI imagine this midnight moment’s forest:Something else is aliveBesides the clock’s lonelinessAnd this blank page where my fingers move.Through the window I see no star:Something more nearThough deeper within darknessIs entering the loneliness:Cold, delicately as the dark snow,A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;Two eyes serve a movement, that nowAnd again now, and now, and nowSets neat prints into the snowBetween trees, and warily a lameShadow lags by stump and in hollowOf a body that is bold to comeAcross clearings, an eye,A widening deepening greenness,Brilliantly, concentratedly,Coming about its own businessTill, with sudden sharp hot stink of foxIt enters the dark hole of the head.The window is starless still; the clock ticks,The page is printed.[1957]Source:http://www.tnellen.com/cybereng/poetry/fox.html