Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Monday 5 November 2012

A Hunted Thing


My escape
Had become such a hunted thing
Sleepless, hopeless, in all it's dreams exhausted
Only wanting to be recaptured, only
Wanting to drop, out of it's vacuum
Two days of dangling nothing. Two days gratis.
Two days in no calendar, but stolen
From no world
Beyond actuality, feeling or name
Ted Hughes
Birthday Letters
1961-1998

reblogged from
Dirty River

image
Benn Mitchell

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