Saturday, 21 February 2015

Day 948: Snowdrop

The snow is  making a comeback. No!

Snowdrop - Ted Hughes

Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.


  1. I can't not comment on a Ted Hughes poem, especially when that poem is about a snowdrop!

    This is stunning - sort of cold and sinister but also small, and quiet-feeling.

    My favourite Hughes poem is not one of his more famous ones, it's called 'Nightingale' - have you read it? This reminds me of that one, a little, I don't know why. The strangeness, the spare language. Both gorgeous.

    1. Thanks Cheryl for that. I just looked it up - hadn't read it before - but yes, it's tremendously good, and you're right, similar to this one in its brevity and strangeness (I particularly love the last line of it).

      I 've read a lot of his other bird poems and I just love how he uses language to blast the ordinary into a shattered and shimmering extraordinary. I'm not too familiar with his work - so I must work on that. Any collections/other poems of his you would recommend?


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