Glimpse
Ted Hughes, 4 February 1988
“... When I peered down Onto Greenland’s appalling features Sheeted with snow-glare Under a hole of blaze in the violet (I had slid open the shutter Of the jet’s port-hole – I wanted to escape The film about a daughter’s rebellion) I mourned a little For my father. I thought of the pierced seal Down there under the ice Far from its breathing hole Straining as he finally strained With last breaths Against the steely bond Held by those aliens – His bones, his family ... ”