It was a saying about noble figures in old Irish poems—he would give his hawk to any man that asked for it, yet he loved his hawk better than men nowadays love their bride of tomorrow. He would mourn a dog with more grief than men nowadays mourn their fathers.
Ted HughesAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: August 16, 1930
- Died: October 28, 1998
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