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Monday, May 12, 2014

Crow's Fall







Crow's Fall
by Ted Hughes

When Crow was white he decided 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 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."









3 comments:

  1. Crows continue to fascinate here each day.
    That instrument make the most alluring music !

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  2. Great poem and very interesting photos! Have a good one!

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  3. I love that poem Mark and great image of the crow....both of them.

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