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Thrushes

Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn,

More coiled steel than living - a

Dark deadly eye, those delicate

Triggered to stirrings beyond sense - with a start, a bounce, a

Overtake the instant and drag out some writhing thing.

No indolent procrastinations and no yawning states,

No sighs or head-scratchings.

Nothing but bounce and stab And a ravening second.

Is it their single-mind-sized skulls, or a trained Body, or genius, or a nestful of

Gives their days this bullet and

Purpose?

Mozart's brain had it, and the shark's

That hungers down the blood-smell even to a leak of its own Side and devouring of itself: efficiency

Strikes too streamlined for any doubt to pluck at

Or obstruction deflect.

With a man it is otherwise.

Heroisms on horseback,

Outstripping his desk-diary at a broad desk,

Carving at a tiny ivory

For years: his act worships itself - while for him,

Though he bends to be blent in the prayer, how loud and above

Furious spaces of fire do the distracting devils Orgy and hosannah, under what wilderness Of black silent waters weep.

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Ted Hughes

Edward James Hughes OM OBE FRSL (17 August 1930 – 28 October 1998) was an English poet, translator, and children's writer. Critics frequently ra…

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