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Ted Hughes

I saw my world again through your eyes;
through your eyes it was foreign.
Anything wild, on legs, in your eyes
Emerged at a point of exclamation
As if it had appeared to dinner guests
In the middle of the table.
You were a camera
recording reflections you could not fathom.
I made my world perform its utmost for you.

— Ted Hughes, from “The Owl,”  Birthday Letters: Poems. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 1st Edition Thus edition March 30, 1999) Originally published January 10th 1998.

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