Saturday, January 17, 2009
crow, side by side, sunshine
The poet Ted Hughes wrote a series of poems called Crow. The eponymous bird does not emerge from the book very favourably. The author sees Crow as sinister, evil, greedy and destructive.
"Crow saw the herded mountains, steaming
in the morning
And he saw the sea
Dark-spined, with the whole earth in its coils.
He saw the stars, fuming away into the black
mushrooms of the nothing forest, clouding
their spores, the virus of God."
Hughes may be right about Crow in particular and crows in general (not a popular bird in folklore or mythology), but he might have noticed as well that there was a comical aspect to them, a sort of pomposity and self-importance.
On a branch of the lime tree, two wood pigeons sit side by side, cosy and companionable.
In the shelter outside the Compasses we sit and allow the midday sun, low over the roof tops, to bathe us in mid-winter warmth.