and here is something surreal to go with it : Ted Hughes on why the Crow is Black futility 
The Crow’s Fall
When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white.
He decided it glared much too whitely.
He decided to attack it and defeat it.
He got his strength up flush and in full glitter.
He clawed and fluffed his rage up.
He aimed his beak direct at the sun’s centre.
He laughed himself to the centre of himself
And attacked.
At his battle cry trees grew suddenly old,
Shadows flattened.
But the sun brightened—
It brightened, and Crow returned charred black.
He opened his mouth but what came out was charred black.
“Up there,” he managed,
“Where white is black and black is white, I won.”
(on the day his son with Slvyia Plath decided to call it quits )
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Fantastic photograph. i love the expression on the crow’s face particularly. He looks like he’s seen a lot
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One of my fav. poets! I don’t believe I recall this one. Thanks for posting!
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gargi Reply:
March 25th, 2009 at 1:16 pm
one of my fav poems. reminded me of African fairy tales which are very, very bleak….
his death, very sad … but most deaths are
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Just read the news about the son’s suicide at the BBC site you linked to. Sad.
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