Thanks for introducing me to Ted Hughes, hh. I think I've heard of him, but not more than that.
There's more
here.
I'm sure I posted a bit of
Crow somewhere but I can't seem to find it...
In which case...
Crow TyrannosaurusCreation quaked voices -
It was a cortège
Of mourning and lament
Crow could hear and he looked around fearfully.
The swift's body fled past
Pulsating
With insects
And their anguish, all it had eaten.
The cat's body writhed
Gagging
A tunnel
Of incoming death-struggles, sorrow on sorrow.
And the dog was a bulging filterbag
Of all the deaths it had gulped for the flesh and the bones.
It could not digest their screeching finales.
Its shapeless cry was a blort of all those voices.
Even man he was a walking
Abattoir
Of innocents -
His brain incinerating their outcry.
Crow thought 'Alas
Alas ought I
To stop eating
And try to become the light?'
But his eye saw a grub. And his head, trapsprung, stabbed.
And he listened
And he heard
Weeping
Grubs grubs He stabbed he stabbed
Weeping
Weeping
Weeping he walked and stabbed
Thus came the eye's
roundness
the ear's
deafness.
Crow Communes'Well,' said Crow, 'What first?'
God, exhausted with Creation, snored.
'Which way?' said Crow, 'Which way first?'
God's shoulder was the mountain on which Crow sat.
'Come,' said Crow, 'Let's discuss the situation.'
God lay, agape, a great carcase.
Crow tore off a mouthful and swallowed.
'Will this cipher divulge itself to digestion
Under hearing beyond understanding?'
(That was the first jest.)
Yet, it's true, he suddenly felt much stronger.
Crow, the hierophant, humped, impenetrable.
Half-illumined. Speechless.
(Appalled.)
Crow's FallWhen Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to atack it and defeat it.
He got his strength flush and in full glitter.
He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
He aimed his beak direct at the sun's centre.
He laughed himself to the centre of himself
And attacked.
At his battle cry trees grew suddenly old,
Shadows flattened.
But the sun brightened -
It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.
He opened his mouth but what came out was charred black.
'Up there,' he managed,
'Where white is black and black is white, I won.'
Crow's Last StandBurning
burning
burning
there was finally something
The sun could not burn, that it had rendered
Everything down to - a final obstacle
Against which it raged and charred
And rages and chars
Limpid among the glaring furnace clinkers
The pulsing blue tongues and the red and the yellow
The green lickings of the conflagration
Limpid and black -
Crow's eye-pupil, in the tower of its scorched fort.
Ted HughesI'll stop now. It strikes me with a lot of the poems in
Crow that it's often a single line or a couplet that I love. Would it be the same without the rest of the poem?