Ted Hughes. Crows and sea
He tried to ignore the sea
But it was more lives and more death.
He tried to speak with the sea
But his mind was split and his eyes watered as from open flames.
He tried to love the sea
But it shoved him - as spurn a dead thing.
He tried to hate the sea
But then he felt like a rabbit droppings on the weather-beaten rock.
He tried to be in the same world with the sea
But it easy did not have enough capacity
and hearty his blood sprang from the sea
like drops of water on a hot stove.
Eventually
He turned and walked away from the sea
fact crucified can not move.
Ted Hughes. Crow and the Sea
He tried ignoring the sea
But it was bigger than death, just as it was bigger than life.
He tried talking to the sea
But his brain shuttered and his eyes winced from it as from open flame.
He tried sympathy for the sea
But it shouldered him off – as a dead thing shoulders you off.
He tried hating the sea
But instantly felt like a scrutty dry rabbit-dropping on the windy cliff.
He tried just being in the same world as the sea
But his lungs were not deep enough
And his cheery blood banged off it
Like a water-drop off a hot stove.
Finally
He turned his back and he marched away from the sea
As a crucified man cannot move.
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