A river valley seen in an interesting way January 22, 2009Posted by Jenny in literature, nature, travel, Uncategorized.
Tags: East Lyn River, Exmoor, poetry, Ted Hughes
I think what I like best about this poem by Ted Hughes is that it’s really all verbs. All sorts of things are going on in his river valley. It’s not different nouns stacked on top of each other, it’s big processes intensely happening.
In the Dark Violin of the Valley
All night a music
Like a needle sewing body
And soul together, and sewing soul
And sky together and sky and earth
Together and sewing the river to the sea.
In the dark skull of the valley
A lancing, fathoming music
Searching the bones, engraving
On the draughty limits of ghost
In an entanglement of stars.
In the dark belly of the valley
A coming and going music
Cutting the bed-rock deeper
To earth-nerve, a scalpel of music
The valley dark rapt
Hunched over its river, the night attentive
Bowed over its valley, the river
Crying a violin in a grave
All the dead singing in the river
The river throbbing, the river the aorta
And the hills unconscious with listening.