[42] Hawk Roosting
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
-- Ted Hughes
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Hughes published a number of animal poems during his long and
distinguished literary career; these were often (in fact, almost always)
harsh and vigorous, painting a picture of Nature 'red in tooth and claw'
- violent, grim, and unsentimental, but at the same time remorselessly
true to itself.
In today's poem, Hughes uses the thought-processes of the hawk as a
metaphor for the mind of every megalomaniac who ever lived - the poem
resonates with dictatorial phrases and turns of expression. The hawk
lives according to the rules of its own morality ('No arguments assert
my right'), in a world where might is right. 'I kill where I please
because it is all mine' - violent, yes, but also chillingly insightful.
The massive egotism running through the poem is, again, telling in its
implications for the human world.
Yet the unstated theme lying underneath the hawk's soliloquy is this -
that the hawk is a product of Nature; its 'personality' is (ultimately)
dictated by Nature, and hence, somehow, proper to itself. On the other
hand, for human beings, untrammelled power is (Hughes seems to say)
twisted and sick, leading only to tyranny and oppression.
A final note: the stark contrast between the imperial majesty of
Tennyson's eagle and the vicious tyranny of Hughes' hawk is striking -
using virtually the same basic image, the two poets paint drastically
differing pictures which are, nonetheless, no less true for being worlds
apart in their truth.
thomas.
PS. Hughes died last year at the age of 68, soon after publishing 'The
Birthday Letters', a deeply moving recollection of his troubled marriage
with the equally celebrated poet Sylvia Plath (who committed suicide).
His successor as Poet Laureate has not yet been announced.
PPS. A minor milestone: the Minstrels reaches its 42nd poem!
From: "Y95.WoolrichC" <Y95.WoolrichC@>
k..erm.............
i doing this poem at school and i agree with all your insights...good work
From: "Greg & Wendy Jones" <macolaer@>
this poem displays irony within humans as we find ourselves relating to
the hawks attitude and behaviour. very well written. a poem i admire!
From: ElNombres@
Mr Durrheim...was this you? Maximum Respec'! Wish me luck in't exam...Oli
(P.S I've learnt this word for word...nae probs!)
From: "Jack Pritchard" <contact@>
I feel that this poem could be read as a metaphor for a disease of some sort
(possibly a cancer.) The hawk (or cancer cell) is quietly sleeping, but can,
if it wishes take control, and kill. It is all-powerful.
Jack Pritchard
http://www.jackpritchard.co.uk
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On a lighter note, I am currently creating a Ted Hughes tribute computer
game. Entitled 'the allotment of death', the main character has to dodge
deadly bloodthirsty oversized vegetables, to retrieve a poetry book. Check
out my website for more.
From: LE SOMMET <appartement@>
When did Ted Hughes write hawk roosting?
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From: DonnaCooper282@
thts bra like, im doin this for my specialist study.......sorted!
From: Akbarsuccess@
i think this poem has sex attraction , igot a big boner blaadz
From: admin <teng_yoke_chou@>
From: UserBr5902@
This poem is about the Hawks at the pentagon make no bones about it
From: "Jessica Morrissey" <jmorrissey@>
This poem exhibits a significant, arrogant tone. The hawk feels that
although he was created by God, he is now above Him. This is shown in
lines 10-12, where Ted hughes writes, "It took the whole of Creation/ To
produce my foot, my each feather:/ Now I hold Creation in my foot."
Combined with cold, sharp expression, this provides absolute
indisputable evidence of the hawk's arrogance.