Hier is 'n meester se siening van die verhouding tussen digter en gedig, en die proses en gevare. Dit het baie implikasies ovir die bygeloof dat 'n bundel eenheid van vorm of tema moet besit.
In a way, I suppose, I think of poems as a sort of animal. They have their own life, like animals, by which I mean that they seem quite separate from any person, even from their author, and nothing can be added to them or taken away without maiming and perhaps even killing them. And they have a certain wisdom. They know something special ... something perhaps which we are very curious to learn. Maybe my concern has been to capture not animals particularly and not poems, but simply things which have a vivid life of their own, outside mine ... The special kind of excitement, the slightly mesmerized and quite involuntary concentration with which you make out the stirrings of a new poem in your mind, then the outline, the mass and colour and clean final form of it, the unique living reality of it in the midst of the general lifeless-ness, all that is too familiar to mistake. This is hunting and the poem is a new species of creature, a new specimen of the life outside your own. I have now told you very briefly what I believe
(Hughes, Poetry in the Making, p 15).