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Poem about finally visiting Ted Hughes' house in Yorkshire.

Submitted: October 24, 2017

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Submitted: October 24, 2017



Finally after years of dreaming

Months of planning failed trips

Aborted birthday car journeys

Moor roads too steep to cover,


After stretching out a hand

Reaching but never quite far enough

Needing inspiration and dreams,

His words snatched away on the breeze.


I step off the train in awe

The town from which he hailed

I walk down the timeless cobbles

Lines of verse hang alongside washing.


The house just as I imagined

I place a palm on the brickwork

From this very spot he ventured

Yet somehow never quite left.


He stands, tall and dark brooding

More than the poems and the life

He is Yorkshire, the North, England

The thought fox poet myth.

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