Desire's a vicious separator in spite
Of its twisting women round men:
Cold-chisels two selfs single as it welds hot
Iron of their separates to one.
Old Eden commonplace: something magnets
And furnaces and with fierce
Hammer-blows the one body on the other knits
Till the division disappears.
But desire outstrips those hands that a nothing fills,
It dives into the opposite eyes,
Plummets through blackouts of impassables
For the stars that lights the face,
Each body still straining to follow down
The maelstrom dark of the other, their limbs flail
Flesh and beat upon
The inane everywhere of its obstacle,
Each, each second, lonelier and further
Falling alone through the endless
Without-world of the other, though both here
Twist so close they choke their cries.
Ted Hughes, The Hawk in the Rain, Faber & Faber, 1972.