Crow Alights / Ted Hughes

Crow Alights

Ted Hughes

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.

He shivered with the horror of Creation.

In the hallucination of the horror

He saw this shoe, with no sole, rain-sodden,

Lying on a moor.