Whose lilies and muscular tench
Had outlasted every visible stone
Of the monastery that planted them-
Stilled legendary depth:
It was as deep as England.
lines from Pike by Ted Hughes
A poem of suggestion and history - the predator we fear hunted by the predator we are.
Listen at the Poetry Archive here http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do;jsessionid=8466765E5C73210549AEB5A01E47C291?poemId=7079. Poem starts about 1m 20s.
Acknowledgements to the Pike Pool for the image.
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