“To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another--that is surely the basic instinct. Baser even than hate, the thing with teeth, which can be stilled with a tone of voice or stunned by beauty. If the whole world of the living has to turn on the single point of remaining alive, that pointed endurance is the poetry of hope. The thing with feathers.” IfsWorldWholeHateTurnsVoiceAlivePossibilityEmbraceInstinctWhole WorldTeethToneHopefulEnduranceFeathersTurn-onStunned Book:High Tide in Tucson Source: High Tide in Tucson
“It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot. Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly - I kill where I please because it is all mine. There is no sophistry in my body: My manners are tearing off heads - The allotment of death.” WholeBodyFeetCreationProduceMinesPleaseMannersFeathersSophistryAllotments Author:Ted Hughes