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"These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough. No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof."
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Thom Gunn"Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly."
Thomson William "Thom" Gunn was an English poet who was praised for his early verses in England, where he was associated with The Movement, and his later poetry in America, where he adopted a looser, free-verse style. He wrote about his experience moving to San Francisco from England. He received numerous literary honours. His poems are reputed to possess a restrained elegance of philosophy.
"These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough. No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof."
"Thus for each blunt-faced ignorant one The great grey rigid uniform combined Safety with virtue of the sun. Thus concepts linked like chainmail in the mind."
"One joins the movement in a valueless world, Choosing it, till both hurler and the hurled, One moves as well, always toward, toward."
"Distorting hackneyed words in hackneyed songs He turns revolt into a style, prolongs The impulse to a habit of the time."
"My thoughts are crowded with death and it draws so oddly on the sexual that I am confused confused to be attracted by, in effect, my own annihilation."