Crow's Fall Poem by Ted Hughes

I suppose we all attack better and superior things and people in our jealousy, lose emphatically, and then attempt to save face by claiming a victory when the reality is that we are charred and blackened in defeat. If we claim that black is white, then we can claim that defeat is victory by the same topsy-turvy logic. I do it all the time! There's perhaps a little bit of Crow in all of us.

I think it's not necessary to read so deeply into this poem, to understand its profoundness. Crow could be transformed from white to black, and defeated absolutely, and this would not defeat its pride. It may well be about pride in his heart, as much as pride in anybody's heart. A crow can symbolize many things, dark, as it is. But a fallen crow, is darkest.

difficult poem, perhaps it's about that crow in his heart. Uday