Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
Estrofa final de The Thought-Fox, de Ted Hughes
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Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
Estrofa final de The Thought-Fox, de Ted Hughes
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