It’s quite interesting that Hughes has chosen fox to trace the stirrings of poetical ideas in his mind. Fox is a sly animal, very slippery. Not to be caught easily. It always tries to hoodwink the hunters and other animals. It’s somewhat elusive. So is also the poetry. The poetical ideas appear dim, elusive in the beginning. But as the poet goes on giving it a thought the ideas get conceptualized and it’s captured permanently as poetry on the page.
Fabulous poem. I had dared to dream of a site where all poems would be of such a standard. But the democratic spirit of PoemHunter is also eminently admirable. However, Mary Angelou as the 2nd favourite poet after Neruda and Tagore coming at number 60 and Derek Walcott, I havent found him yet.
The Seven Sorrows
The first sorrow of autumn Is the slow goodbye Of the garden who stands so long in the evening- A brown poppy head, The stalk of a lily, And still cannot go.