Crow Country Poem by Kenneth Slessor
Crow Country
GUTTED of station, noise alone,
The crow's voice trembles down the sky
As if this nitrous flange of stone
Wept suddenly with such a cry;
As if the rock found lips to sigh,
The riven earth a mouth to moan;
But we that hear them, stumbling by,
Confuse their torments with our own.
Over the huge abraded rind,
Crow-countries graped with dung, we go,
Past gullies that no longer flow
And wells that nobody can find,
Lashed by the screaming of the crow,
Stabbed by the needles of the mind.
Crow, rown, cow own! ! The noise alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Crow countries abound the nights of the mind, buzzards circle at midnight's quest, quest for a being in hind sight...
Beautiful poem. Sometimes time does not behave as one expected it to. The country is going through a bad patch. Loved the way you have expressed your feelings. 'Over the huge abraded rind, Crow-countries graped with dung, we go, Past gullies that no longer flow And wells that nobody can find, '... is so nice. Congrats.
It is usually believed that the crow is a symbol of bad luck and death, but it is not always the case. As we have already said, a crow may be a symbol of life magic and mysteries. It also symbolizes intelligence, flexibility and destiny.... In Greek mythology, crows are considered as a symbol of prophecy and good luck but here in this poem this crow country really stabs our living body of mind bitterly// wonderfully penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Past gullies that no longer flow And wells that nobody can find, Lashed by the screaming of the crow, Stabbed by the needles of the mind... very fine poem