PowerShell and Poetry


Some of the best scripts I've seen often remind me of my favourite poems.

There's a structure, flow and precision manifest in both disciplines.

I suspect this says a lot about the pleasure I derive from detailed patterns.

 

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 THE THOUGHT-FOX

 I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:

 Something else is alive

 Beside the clock’s loneliness

 And this blank page where my fingers move. 

  

 Through the window I see no star:

 Something more near

 Though deeper within darkness

 Is entering the loneliness:

 

 Cold, delicately as the dark snow,

 A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;

 Two eyes serve a movement, that now

 And again now, and now, and now

 

 Sets neat prints into the snow

 Between trees, and warily a lame

 Shadow lags by stump and in hollow

 Of a body that is bold to come

 

 Across clearings, an eye,

 A widening deepening greenness,

 Brilliantly, concentratedly,

 Coming about its own business

 

 Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox

 It enters the dark hole of the head.

 The window is starless still; the clock ticks,

 The page is printed. 

 

 Ted Hughes

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