But inside your sob-sodden KleenexAnd your Saturday night panics,Under your hair done this way and that way,Behind what looked like reboundsAnd the cascade of cries diminuendo,You were undeflected.You were gold-jacketed, solid silver,Nickel-tipped. Trajectory perfectAs through ether.
-Ted Hughes
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