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Transcript of Thought-Fox
His poems often had mythical structure and theme.
Animals often were central in his poetry used as persona, metaphor, etc.
He often utilized lyric and dramatic verse to convey heavy subjects to his audience. He was a Wessie (meaning from West Riding of Yorkshire, England)
Common practice of his wives was to commit suicide. First and second wife both committed suicide, with the second wife's suicide resulting in the death of their daughter.
Ted Hughes was well learned in areas regarding human history (He went to Pembroke College [part of Cambridge] and studied anthropology and archaeology). Particularly, he was fond of mythology... A presentation by Lords Owen and Nick This poem explains the process of writing poetry though the use of imagery and the personification of the fox. This is essentially the theme.
The speaker is an omniscient 3rd person.
The alliteration, as well as the use of enjambment, cause the poem to almost have the flow of a fox.
The poem also constantly changes pace, changes rhythm as the fox begins to materialize.
Literary analysis 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 trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
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.