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4.22 of 5 stars 4.22  ·  rating details  ·  1,671 ratings  ·  117 reviews
The hero of Ted Hughes's Crow is a creature of mythic proportions. Ferocious, bleak, full of anarchic energy and violent comedy, Crow's story is one of the literary landmarks of our time.
Paperback, 84 pages
Published June 28th 1971 by Harper & Row (first published 1970)
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Paul Bryant

Suicide of Ted Hughes’s wife Sylvia Plath, 1963
Suicide of Ted Hughes’ current partner Assia Wevill, 1969
Publication of Crow, 1970

This is the context for the screeching brutality, ugliness and relentless howling nastiness of Crow and its picture of humanity as the scraping of nails on the blackboard of creation and consciousness as worse than anthrax.

Crow is really severe stuff.

Crow is horror poetry.

When Crow cried his mother’s ear
Scorched to a stump.

In the poems, Crow is many things – s
Crow is a ferocious little myth-ball chucked at our prosaically slumped world. In each poem you hear the ball strike and echo against all the cells in the dungeon. Hughes uses simple language throughout and mixes eloquent harangue with blackened charges of despair. This is supremely beautiful, passionate, and raw poetry--which is to say: the best sort of poetry.
February 17th

A lamb could not get born. Ice wind
Out of a downpour dishclout sunrise. The mother
Lay on the muddied slope. Harried, she got up
And the blackish lump bobbed at her back-end
Under her tail. After some hard galloping,
Some manoeuvering, much flapping of the backward
Lump head of the lamb looking out,
I caught her with a rope. Laid her, head uphill
And examined the lamb. A blood-ball swollen
Tight in its black felt, its mouth gap
Squashed crooked, tongue stuck out, black-purple,
Strangled by it
the finest cycle of poetry I've ever read - warm, meaty, harsh and cawing likes it's title suggests. Bullets wouldn't cut through this fleshy example of what one could do with verse, just don't forget to turn the gas off...
Paul Baran
May 20, 2007 Paul Baran rated it 4 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: AK
In native American culture in particular, the Crow was seen as the eternal trickster, even a figure of malice in the forms of the Universe. In this pivitol collection, Hughes appropriates the Crow's mythic role and uses it as a mocking narrator to journey the horrors of the Twentieth Century, including the repressive events of Eastern Europe and the violent incursion of technology and post industrialisation into nature's den. There is a sadism in these poems, that initially arrests the reader, b ...more
Ted Hughes’ The Crow was a mixed bag for me. Some poems went right over my head no matter how many times I would read them. Others read like pretentious claptrap. But then there were a handful that I enjoyed reading, like “Crow Goes Hunting”:

Decided to try words.

He imagined some words for the job, a lovely pack –
Clear-eyed, resounding, well-trained,
With strong teeth.
You could not find a better bred lot.

He pointed out the hare and away went the words
Crow was Crow without fail, but
I rarely read poetry, but I enjoyed this strange little book by Ted Hughes. It's full of dark imagery, violence and unexpected humour. The poems read like myths of the origins of the world, except that at the middle of them all is Crow, this anarchic, chaotic, ugly, violent figure, playing tricks on God and turning creation upside-down.

I was reminded of the Anansi figure in West Indian Folk Tales, himself of course of West African origin. I suspect Hughes drew on a lot of mythological sources in
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only member of the Crow Appreciation Society in my immediate circle of friends and colleagues. They just don’t get crows/corvids in general, most people don’t. So, (truncated in a spoiler for those who can’t be bothered to read) off the top of my head, five reasons why crows should finally get a little respect from you peasants:
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Crow From the life and songs of the crow by Ted Hughes

One of those "classics" I'd not yet gotten around to reading, this is an amazingly dark and intense book, full of surreal and haunting imagery, but not without wry humor. It contains real horror and real emotion, and is mostly spoken in the voice of "Crow", who feels like a cross between a dark/negative Holy Ghost and a primal energy of the death that resides in all life -- not God, but a god, one who's ultimately a reflection of all that is egotistical, ugly, unconscious, on the edge of sanity
Rosa Jamali
The book has been dedicated to the memory of Assia Wevill and her child Shura. I think Assia Wevill was really a challenging dramatic figure we can't ignore. The book starts with a poem called "Two Legends" I suppose these two legends are the legends of Sylvia Plath and Assia Wevill. The second legend is much darker and more tragic. A woman who commits suicide seven years after Plath's death and kills her child not to leave a trace. I think she was charming and impressive who caused the loss of ...more
Most of the poems in this collection center on a mythical-like character named Crow, a guy who resembles that feathery fellow cleaning up the mess our cars leave on the roads (thanks, Crow). In Hughes' vision, Crow is a bit like a trickster, a naughty god, at times funny, at times evil, at times annoying. Loki in black, maybe?

Although the interconnected poems never gather narrative force, they do manage a bit more momentum than collections of random poetry. The language is spare, at times inform
"The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw." - Jack Handy
Publisher's Note

--Two Legends
--Examination at the Womb-door
--A Kill
--Crow and Mama
--The Door
--A Childish Prank
--Crow's First Lesson
--Crow Alights
--That Moment
--Crow Hears Fate Knock on the Door
--Crow Tyrannosaurus
--Crow's Account of the Battle
--The Black Beast
--A Grin
--Crow Communes
--Crow's Account of St George
--A Disaster
--The Battle of Osfrontalis
--Crow's Theology
--Crow's Fall
--Crow and the Birds
--Criminal Ballad
--Crow on the Beach
--The Contender
--Oedipus Crow
--Crow's Vanity
--A Horrib
A Top Shelf review, originally published in The Monitor

Dark, Tragic Verse

Fifty years ago, poet Sylvia Plath killed herself by sealing the kitchen off from her two sleeping children, switching on the gas and sticking her head in the oven. She had separated from her husband, the poet Ted Hughes, seven months earlier when she learned he was having an affair. Hughes called her suicide “the end of [his] life,” but that darkness was compounded further when Assia Wevill, his lover, killed herself and t
Everywhere there is desolation, pain and human despair, there is Crow perched, laughing, musing on all around him. An ancient force like some commentator on creation.These poems are harsh but also have black humour, and with each reading I found myself understanding them better.

Crow's Song Of Himself

When God hammered Crow
He made gold
When God roasted Crow in the sun
He made diamond
When God crushed Crow under weights
He made alcohol
When God tore Crow to pieces
He made money
When God blew Crow up
He mad
James Murphy
A reread.

All the poems in Crow are in a stark, bold typescript that flies off the page at you and suit the thunderous poetry about the wild trickster of existence written by a poet who himself had godlike looks and talent. Hughes's language is incantatory, aggressive, and riveting. The language struts like you'd expect Crow to strut after having scared the dawn away or found some deliciously foul meal. I've read this several times. In the same way I do with Eliot, I have to occasionally touch ba
Crow is a hallucinatory combination of Native American myths, ancient Greek fables, Old and New Testament stories, and Hughes' animal imagery. The collection is loosely centered on the figure of Crow, but the breath of styles and themes is very wide. To me, the figure of Crow seemed a sort of trickster/scavenger personification of poetry itself, tearing apart and refashioning the world in black ink. Anyway, I enjoyed this, but maybe not as much as some of Hughes' other volumes, particularly Hawk ...more
Here Hughes proudly owns up to the strong forceful rhetorical quality that pervaded his earlier poems, and decides to create a new mythology. This lends him several advantages. One, he has found a form that is perfectly suited to his impulse for metaphorical gymnastics. Two, he's acquitted of having to write poems which are personal/emotional/precise - his poems need only be buoyed by a fable-like quality (which is not difficult to create or sustain) because that's what suits the premise of this ...more
A powerful work in which every poem reads like a howl of anguish from the earth's very bowels of despair, Crow is a bloody, brutal and beautiful collection. Published in 1970, six years after Hughes' first wife, Sylvia Plath, committed suicide, and one year after his second wife, Assia Wevill, also committed suicide (and killed their four-year old daughter at the same time), the book is shot through with imagery of death, blood, destruction, foulness and blackness. The sequence features the char ...more
Danny Daley
Crow is one of Hughes' most iconic collections. Bleak, fully exposed, Crow's story must be Hughes' story as he wrote these poems in the years following the suicide of his wife (famed poet Sylvia Plath). Most of the poems center around Crow as the central character, some literally in reference to crow as a black bird, others clearly making use of metaphor.

I loved 10 or 12 of these poems. They angst and longing seep through the pages. I found a great many of the poems to be a bit dull in their use
Bleak wordplay.

"I will measure it all and own it all
And I will be inside it
As inside my own laughter"

"weeping he walked and stabbed"

"He knew he was the wrong listener unwanted
To understand or help
His utmost gaping of brain in his tiny skull
Was just enough to wonder, about the sea
what could be hurting so much?"

"he shuddered out of himself he got so naked"

"he laughed himself to the center of himself"

"we are here, we are here
He is the long waiting for something
to use him for some everything"

Rich Law
I recently read Sylvia Plath's "Ariel", a collection written in the months before her suicide. If Ariel is all about the individual without hope, then "Crow" represents the hopelessness of humanity.

This is poetry like brutalist architecture: it's ugly, dark, and stripped to the bone. Birth is death, screams are laughter, and it's all sinews and guts. Critics have often commented that there is a dark humour on display here, but I didn't find anything to make chuckle. "Crow" is poetry for the apoc
Feb 07, 2014 Alan rated it 3 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Hyenas and elephants
Recommended to Alan by: Lesley S.
The poems in Ted Hughes' Crow are nothing less than creation stories from a previously unknown mythology. Though it's possible to see parallels with Native American or perhaps African folk tales, Ted Hughes is British (or, rather, was—he died in 1998), and he filtered his creations through the island's unique lens.

These are violent myths too, full of dark blood and angry thunder. And they're incomplete, only two-thirds of the work as planned; Cave Birds was published in 1975 to complete the sequ
Ted Hughes, author of The Iron Man (later to changed to “The Iron Giant”), has easily become one of my favorite poets of all time. He takes such a close, hard look at life, and speaks so very honestly and bravely. He does exactly what a poet ought to be doing: speaking passionately, imaginatively, complexly, uniquely, and relatably about life. He didn't relish being misunderstood and passed over by the masses, as some poets do. I can keep up with much of it, but not so easily that I get bored.

Parrish Lantern
This was the fourth book (adult) of poetry by Ted Hughes, and is easily the most bleak & disturbing. By ransacking the worlds folklore, the poet creates a figure that strides omnipresent through his own personal mythology, laying to waste all it perceives, including itself. Although this started as a Project for the American artist Leonard Baskin, it easily transcends it's original purpose & Crow re-appears as Shaman.

This is Crow as deicide, for ever tripping over it's own chaos, this is
Ted Hughes combines primal human storytelling, cultural myths, and violence to create some of the most startling poetry that I've ever read. His themes of deception, fear, blood, and physical love (not to be confused with emotional love) touch the centre of human existence, giving the reader a profound sense of unease combined with familiarity.

Crow imagery dominates the collection, drawing motifs from Isles and Native American mythology, and Hughes proves his deep understanding of this dichotom
Scott Bartlett
Crow is my favourite collection of poem. It influenced the novel I'm finishing now pretty heavily.

Most of the poems in Crow feature the central character, Crow. Crows are both predators and scavengers–they will eat anything. Crows are very intelligent. Some crows make tools from stiff leaves and grass, which they use to get more food.

Crows are black. The word black appears a lot in Crow. The first poem in the collection, “Two Legends”, calls Crow a “black rainbow.”

For me, Crow came to represent
Crow again ..... and again. This is probably the sixth to tenth time I've read this collection of poems which is one of the most original and impressive ever written. I remember how moved I was the first time I read it. It opened up poetry for me to new possiblities that I had not imagined before, and it still has a similar impact after reading it several times before. This is one of a handful of books that I regularly re-read. Another is "The Book of Questions" by Pablo Neruda which with "Crow" ...more
Liked the poems 'Examination at the Womb-door', 'Crow's Account of the Battle', 'Conjuring in Heaven', 'Dawn's Rose', 'Apple Tragedy' and 'Crow Goes Hunting' (which reminded me of the fight between the witch and wizard in The Sword and the Stone.

The imagery was very strong, only took a few words to build up a vivid mental picture.

It was quite dark and gory - but made me think about it long after I'd finished.

Liked that the poems kind of linked together.
I've finally read it and I happily blame the lovely Jen Campbell. I've heard Jen talk about it a couple times on her Youtube channel so I decided to pick it up and give it a go. I was not disappointed. The writing was beautiful and the individual poems themselves were fantastic. Main reason this wasn't a 5 star read this time around is I feel like in order to truly "get it" I'll need to read the collection again. Something I plan to do in the near future.
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Edward James Hughes was an English poet and children's writer, known as Ted Hughes. His most characteristic verse is without sentimentality, emphasizing the cunning and savagery of animal life in harsh, sometimes disjunctive lines.

The dialect of Hughes's native West Riding area of Yorkshire set the tone of his verse. At Pembroke College, Cambridge, he found folklore and anthropology of particular
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Screaming for Blood
Grubs, crusts

Trembling featherless elbows in the nest's filth”
“Black was the without eye
Black the within tongue
Black was the heart
Black the liver, black the lungs
Unable to suck in light
Black the blood in its loud tunnel
Black the bowels packed in furnace
Black too the muscles
Striving to pull out into the light
Black the nerves, black the brain
With its tombed visions
Black also the soul, the huge stammer
Of the cry that, swelling, could not
Pronounce its sun.”
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