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Eased eyes open, showed leaves.
Eyes laughing and
Ran among flowers of leaves And looked at light's
Which led from leaf, upward, and back down to leaf.
Eyes
Tested each
Light seemed to smile.
Eyes ran to the
To the last
To the last vein of the least flower-leaf.
Light smiled,
And smiled and
Eyes
Afraid
That this was all there was to it.
Perhaps,
Hughes was thinking of Plath a he wrote this.
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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