Life was written in protest against Ted Hughes’ Examination at the Womb-door
Who owns these pink crinkly feet? Life.
Who owns this screwed-up face? Life
Who owns these noisy lungs? Life
Who owns these kicking muscles? Life
Who owns this unreliable stomach? Life
Who owns this undeveloped brain? Life
Who owns this vital fluid? Life
Who owns these unfocused eyes? Life
Who owns this searching tongue? Life
Who owns this waking wail? Life
Given, relished, cherished for life? Love
Who owns this miraculous earth? Life
Who fills this universe? Life
Who brings hope? Life
Who is stronger than resolve? Life
Stronger than love? Life
Stronger than life? Nothing
Stronger than death? Nothing
Pass child and be loved.
is part of Ted Hughes’s collection Crow, which I was obliged to read during a poetry course. Because of its pre-occupation with Death, I loathed most of the collection, and especially this one. In the spirit of Kenia’s prompt at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.fr/2012/05/kenias-wednesday-challenge.html, to look again at a poem which we do not like, and write our own in the same style. I will re-read the collection, but I can’t promise to like it.