Crow and the Sea

2008-08-09T19:18:00.000-07:00

He tried ignoring the sea
But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life.

He tried talking to the sea
But his brain shuttered and his eyes winced from it as from open flame.

He tried sympathy for the sea
But it shouldered him off - as a dead thing shoulders you off.

He tried hating the sea
But instantly felt like a scrutty dry rabbit-dropping on the windy cliff.

He tried just being in the same world as the sea
But his lungs were not deep enough

And his cheery blood banged off it
Like a water-drop off a hot stove.

Finally
He turned his back and he marched away from the sea
As a crucified man cannot move.

-- Ted Hughes

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Crow's Fall

2008-08-09T19:16:00.000-07:00

When Crow was white he decided that the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack 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 center of himself.

And attacked.

At his battle cry trees suddenly grew 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.'

-- Ted Hughes

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Crow: Grace and Grit

Crow and the Sea

Crow's Fall