Sunday, 9 September 2012

Ted Hughes reads Pike live

...A pond I fished, fifty yards across, 
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;jsessionid=8466765E5C73210549AEB5A01E47C291?poemId=7079. Poem starts about 1m 20s.

Acknowledgements to the Pike Pool for the image.

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