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Unit 31: Hughes and T.S. Eliot




            underlying puritanism of Hughes’s poetic vision and in the conflict between violence and tenderness  Notes
            which seems to be directly engendered by this puritanism.
            ‘The thought-fox’ is a poem about writing a poem. Its external action takes place in a room late at
            night where the poet is sitting alone at his desk. Outside the night is starless, silent, and totally
            black. But the poet senses a presence which disturbs him:

                   Through the window I see no star:
                   Something more near
                   Though deeper within darkness
                   Is entering the loneliness

            The disturbance is not in the external darkness of the night, for the night is itself a metaphor for the
            deeper and more intimate darkness of the poet’s imagination in whose depths an idea is mysteriously
            stirring. At first the idea has no clear outlines; it is not seen but felt–frail and intensely vulnerable.
            The poet’s task is to coax it out of formlessness and into fuller consciousness by the sensitivity of his
            language. The remote stirrings of the poem are compared to the stirrings of an animal–a fox, whose
            body is invisible, but which feels its way forward nervously through the dark undergrowth:

                   Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
                   A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;

            The half-hidden image which is contained within these lines is of soft snow brushing against the
            trees as it falls in dark flakes to the ground. The idea of the delicate dark snow evokes the physical
            reality of the fox’s nose which is itself cold, dark and damp, twitching moistly and gently against
            twig and leaf. In this way the first feature of the fox is mysteriously defined and its wet black nose
            is nervously alive in the darkness, feeling its way towards us. But by inverting the natural order of
            the simile, and withholding the subject of the sentence, the poet succeeds in blurring its distinctness
            so that the fox emerges only slowly out of the formlessness of the snow. Gradually the fox’s eyes
            appear out of the same formlessness, leading the shadowy movement of its body as it comes closer:
                   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. ..

            In the first two lines of this passage the rhythm of the verse is broken by the punctuation and the
            line-endings, while at the same time what seemed the predictable course of the rhyme-scheme is
            deliberately departed from. Both rhythmically and phonetically the verse thus mimes the nervous,
            unpredictable movement of the fox as it delicately steps forward, then stops suddenly to check the
            terrain before it runs on only to stop again. The tracks which the fox leaves in the snow are themselves
            duplicated by the sounds and rhythm of the line ‘Sets neat prints into the snow’. The first three
            short words of this line are internal half-rhymes, as neat, as identical and as sharply outlined as the
            fox’s paw-marks, and these words press down gently but distinctly into the soft open vowel of
            ‘snow’. The fox’s body remains indistinct, a silhouette against the snow. But the phrase ‘lame shadow’
            itself evokes a more precise image of the fox, as it freezes alertly in its tracks, holding one front-paw
            in mid-air, and then moves off again like a limping animal. At the end of the stanza the words ‘bold
            to come’ are left suspended–as though the fox is pausing at the outer edge of some trees. The gap
            between the stanzas is itself the clearing which the fox, after hesitating warily, suddenly shoots
            across: ‘Of a body that is bold to come / Across clearings. ..’




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