The poem
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."
I really enjoyed this poem and its unique take on why crows are black.
Ted Hughes did a great job with this one. The tall tale aspect makes it most enjoyable
I enjoyed this poem alot! My class liked that I picked it for my project. Everyone likes a good "how things came to be" story.
This poem really tells a great tale of the crow
The fairy tale take on a story about jealousy, pride, and the unwillingness to admit deafeat is truely wonderful.
Hughes
The poem is actually by Ted Hughes, not Bukowski. You should correct that mistake.