Wind [Poem analysis]

Wind
By Ted Hughes

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind wielded
Blade-light, luminous black and emerald
Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as
The coal-house door. Once I looked up -
Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes
The tent of the hills drummed and stained its guyrope,

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,
At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;
The wind flung a magpie away and a black-
Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note
That any second would shatter it. Now deep
In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip
Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,
And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,
seeing the window tremble to come in,
Hearing the stones cry out under the horizon.

Words definitions:

Stampeding: stampede (v) A sudden frenzied rush of panic-stricken animals.

Floundering: flounder (v) To make clumsy attempts to move or regain one's balance.

Astride: (adv) With a leg on each side.

Wielded: wield (v) To handle (a weapon or tool, for example) with skill and ease.

Emerald: (adj) Of a strong yellowish green.

Coal-house: coal house (n) A shed for storing coal.

Brunt: (n) The main impact or force, as of an attack.

Dented: dent (v.) A depression in a surface made by pressure or a blow.

Guyrope: guy rope (n) A cable, wire, or rope that is used to brace something.

Quivering: quiver (v) To shake with a slight, rapid, tremulous movement.

Flung: fling (v) To throw with violence.

Magpie: (n) Any of various birds of the family Corvidae found worldwide, having a long graduated tail and black, blue, or green plumage with white markings and noted for their chattering call.

Grip: (v) To secure and maintain a tight hold on; seize firmly.

Explanation:

Stanza 1:
During the night, the house trembles as if it was lying on the surface of the deep sea. The sound of the tree in the hill are very loud.
Outside from the window, it's windy like crazy.
The window is moving like crazy(, too).

Stanza 2:
When the sun rises, the sky is orange (it's going to storm).
The appearance of the hills has changed because of the crazy wind.
Suddenly, a dark yellowish-green lightning hits the sky.
It is in the shape of a lens which looks very crazy.

Stanza 3:
The movements of the trees make the fields look like shaking and also make the skyline looks crazy.
The thunder bangs and goes away quickly.
The wind makes a bird is out of control.
A black-baked gull is trying hard to fly and regain control.

Stanza 4:
The house is vulnerable and looks like it can be destroyed easily at any moment.
In their chair, the narrator and someone or some other people are panicking and cannot be entertained by book, their thought or each other.

Stanza 5:
They watch the fire flaming and feel their house shaking.
But they (don't give a sh*t and) just sit there, looking at the wind hitting their window and listening the trees making noise outside.

Spirit wrote:But they (don't give a sh*t and) just sit there, looking at the wind hitting their window and listening the trees making noise outside.

-_-lll Well, when this kind of natural climatic phenomenon comes, you can't really do anything about it.

Chocolate wrote:

Spirit wrote:But they (don't give a sh*t and) just sit there, looking at the wind hitting their window and listening the trees making noise outside.

-_-lll Well, when this kind of natural climatic phenomenon comes, you can't really do anything about it.

Yeah! It's God doing and God wants them to die, nobody can stop the wind of God's sake.

Lollipop wrote:

Chocolate wrote:
-_-lll Well, when this kind of natural climatic phenomenon comes, you can't really do anything about it.

Yeah! It's God doing and God wants them to die, nobody can stop the wind of God's sake.

You people's information are not reliable; there's no God in the poem!

Spirit wrote:You people's information are not reliable; there's no God in the poem!

Hey, mine is! I didn't mention any God.

According to some critics, this poem is a metaphor of the author's relationship with his wife,
Syvia Plath.

"his poem was written by Hughes to show in an extended metaphor his relationship with his wife, Syvia Plath. She, another poet, often fell into serious cases of the mental disease depression, and is seen in this poem as the wind, "stampeding the fields", totally out of any sort of control, while Hughes himself is pictured as the house, "whose roots move" under the strain of the relationship. The couple grip each other's hearts, trying to keep their marrige intact, although the foundations are "crying out for mercy"."
~ http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2001/09/wind-ted-hughes.html

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