11.26.2008

Hawk Roosting by Ted Hughes

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.

11.22.2008

Runner

A thumbs-up
On entering the bend
If you were to know
Quite how much this meant
You'd run another 800 metres
Without a single breath

11.20.2008

Bechemal

All you ever gave me
Was the know-how
To make a good bechemal sauce
Once I believed
We’d create a whole lot more
But now I think about it
Cheese sauce is about right
The colour matches your collar not your cuffs
And it was, after all
Quite simple

11.08.2008

Knowledge

I know.
I know.
I know.
And I know that too
Please
Say something to excite me
Interest me ignite me
Say a word I don't
Agree with
Shake between my teeth
And enjoy being with
I know
I know
I really do know
The reason that I'm silent
Is that I don't know what to say
You bore me
Ignore me
Please just go away leave me
With the knowledge that I've got
It's a lot
More interesting than anything
I've ever heard you say

11.07.2008

So I Was Told

It's all about the rhythm
the stealth, the wealth
and the jism