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Crow’ Theology January 25, 2015

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By Ted Hughes

Crow realized God loved him —

Otherwise, he would have dropped dead.

So that was proved.

Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat.

And he realized that God spoke Crow —

Just existing was His revelation.

But what

Loved the stones and spoke stone?

They seemed to exist too.

And what spoke that strange silence

After his clamour of caws faded?

And what loved the shot-pellets

That dribbled from those strung up mummifying crows?

What spoke the silence of lead?

Crow realized there were two Gods —

One of them much bigger than the other

Loving his enemies

And having all the weapons.

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1. Daedalus Lex - January 25, 2015

Great poem from a great collection! Thanks for the reminder!

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2. Rick Penn - January 25, 2015

Perfect. CROW was my first book of contemporary poetry. I still read it. Hughes is a true giant.

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