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Friday, 27 November 2009


I am back, and in a more focused mood...
I just reread Hawk Roosting too. Both poems have a different point of view. Besides, this one is more prose than poetry (no proper rhymes), but it has indeniably even more thrust than Hawk Roosting, which is, comparatively, soothingly desperate. This one is not desperate despite the poignant end, but it is like each verse gives you a punch in the face. How Ted Hughes manages that, I don't know, but this is quite remarkable.

I went foraging around in older poems and now I am too tired to write a decent comment on this one. But yes, there is another poem by Hughes about an hawk; Hawk Roosting that was. You published it just one year ago day per day (28th November that is).

Too bad that this poem's title is not Hawks in the Rain, because then your last sentence would have been "What fierce, bloody, stubborn power there is in Ted Hughes' Hawks In The Rain" - what, Ted Hughes soaks in the rain!?
I am not sure if the whole sentence is perfectly correct grammatically, and if hawk and soak sound similarly - probably not in both cases.

My apologies to Ted Hughes. I'll come back and write another comment if you forgive me this...
Wishing you a nice weekend.

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