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He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

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Ted Hughes
Age: 68 †
Born: 1930
Born: August 17
Died: 1998
Died: October 28
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Edward James Hughes
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Haven’t you heard of the music of the spheres?” asked the dragon. “It’s the music that space makes to itself. All the spirits inside all the stars are singing. I’m a star spirit. I sing too. The music of the spheres is what makes space so peaceful.
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This house has been far out at sea all night, The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills, Winds stampeding the fields under the window Floundering black astride and blinding wet Till day rose then under an orange sky The hills had new places, and wind wielded Blade-light, luminous black and emerald, Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.
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The jaws' hooked clamp and fangs Not to be changed at this date A life subdued to its instrument.
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What happens in the heart simply happens.
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But who is stronger than death? Me , evidently .
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I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars.
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The sea cries with its meaningless voice, Treating alike its dead and its living
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Nobody knew the Iron Man had fallen. Night passed.
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Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old That past nightfall I dared not cast.
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What happened casually remains -
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The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.
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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 only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.
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The Shell The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me.
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where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death
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The wolf is living for the earth.
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You are who you choose to be.
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What’s writing really about? It’s about trying to take fuller possession of the reality of your life.
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The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness.
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The brassy wood-pigeons Bubble their colourful voices, and the sun Rises upon a world well-tried and old.
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So the self under the eye lies, Attendant and withdrawn.
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