My own inspiration

Following on from Nema's post I would like to add
my own, this is from the excellent 'ted hughes - Crow or songs from Crow'

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Crow Blacker than ever

When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven.
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.

But Crow . . Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing Heaven and earth together -

So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.

Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank -
A horror beyond redemption.

The agony did not diminish.

Man could not be man nor God God.

The agony

Grew.

Crow

Grinned

Crying: 'This is my Creation,'

Flying the black flag of himself.

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Very dark poetry expertly written.

Ted Hughes is an interesting character... I feel traitorous to Sylvia Plath when I read his poetry and enjoy it.

I liiiike it. I don't know why, but I do.

^Man, I'm such a good commenter, right?

But I'm loving all the poems people have been posting lately. Please keep it up!

Thanks guys

Yes Jane, there is tragedy behind this write, both his wife and lover killing themselves, one taking his 4 year old daughter with them.

too sad

and such a waste of life

Thanks for sharing. That's an awesome piece!

That's VERY dark! Thanks for sharing Darren :)

P.S this is the first time I know that Assia Wevill, Hughes' lover also committed suicide in similar fashion to Plath. Whoa..

Thanks nema

TBH the whole book is very dark.

I read the book several times before I found out about the man himself, Now I know where his darkness came from.

I remember doing an 8 page essay for school about (mainly) Plath and (some) Hughes. It was miles too long for what we were supposed to be doing but Plath and her poems really interested me. I wish I could find it to have a read at it again. I think I vaguely remember reading this poem back then.

I studied this book as part of my A levels at college, it was an eye opener that poetry could be 'interesting'

Against the Wind
by Bob Seger

It seems like yesterday
But it was long ago
Janey was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio playlng low
And the secrets that we shared
The mountains that we moved
Caught like a wildfire out of control
Till there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove

And I remember what she said to me
How she swore that it never would end
I remember how she held me oh so tight
Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then

Against the wind
We were runnin' against the wind
We were young and strong, we were runnin'
against the wind

And the years rolled slowly past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded bv strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were oh so many roads
I was living to run and running to live
Never worried about paying or even how much I owed
Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time
Breaking all of the rules that wouldn't bend
I began to find myself searchin'
Searching for shelter again and again
Against the wind
A little something against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter against the wind

Well those drifters days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What to leave in, what to leave out

Against the wind
I'm still runnin' against the wind
Well I'm older now and still
Against the wind