Um dia, Pessoa entra no eléctrico

e encontra Teixeira de Pascoaes. Segue-se este diálogo: "OH, Pascoaes, o que é que você prefere, os livros de que toda a gente fala e ninguém lê, ou os que toda a gente lê e ninguém fala?" Responde Pascoaes: "Os livros de que toda a gente fala e ninguém lê." Concorda Pessoa: "Eu também."
O Hughes entra nesta última categoria.
Eis, portanto, um poema seu:

"'To Paint a Water Lily'

A green level of lily leaves
Roofs the pond's chamber and paves

The flies' furious arena: study
These, the two minds of this lady.

First observe the air's dragonfly
That eats meat, that bullets by

Or stands in space to take aim;
Others as dangerous comb the hum

Under the trees. There are battle-shouts
And death-cries everywhere hereabouts

But inaudible, so the eyes praise
To see the colours of these flies

Rainbow their arcs, spark, or settle
Cooling like beads of molten metal

Through the spectrum. Think what worse
is the pond-bed's matter of course;

Prehistoric bedragoned times
Crawl that darkness with Latin names,

Have evolved no improvements there,
Jaws for heads, the set stare,

Ignorant of age as of hour—
Now paint the long-necked lily-flower

Which, deep in both worlds, can be still
As a painting, trembling hardly at all

Though the dragonfly alight,
Whatever horror nudge her root."

Boas leituras ... daqueles de que toda a gente fala e ninguém lê, claro!