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After Ted Hughes <\/em><\/p>\n Out on the moors in the late June light, After Ted Hughes Out on the moors in the late June light, I stood where the infinite hills halved the sky and saw where you first saw your horses. Were they left over from a fever dream, dropped momentarily from some other planet? But in that instant, they existed: ten of them, megaliths with draped<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11495,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[4882],"class_list":{"0":"post-11494","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-social-issues","8":"tag-horses"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11494","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11494"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11494\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11495"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11494"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11494"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/naijaglobalnews.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI stood where the infinite hills halved the sky
\nand saw where you first saw your horses.
\nWere they left over from a fever dream,
\ndropped momentarily from some other planet?
\nBut in that instant, they existed: ten of them,
\nmegaliths with draped manes and tilted
\nhind hooves; each utterly silent, unmoving
\nin the icy morning air. As you passed by,
\nthe big sun erupted, darkness shook open
\nand showed you its fires. But your horses
\nremained: patient and gray, statue-like
\nin the iron light, enduring on the horizon.
\nIn the crowded streets of London, amid
\nthe sea of admiring faces, the scandals,
\nthe accolades, did you ever again find
\nso peaceful a place? Or are you still out
\nthere, slipping through hills, hiding
\nin the trees, lying in the heathers,
\ncombing the barren moors, still searching?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"