Up until this week, I had never read it, Wodwo – neither the collection or the poem itself that gives the book its title. Here’s the ending of the poem:
……..I suppose I am the exact centre
but there’s all this what is it roots
roots roots roots roots and here’s the water
again very queer but I’ll go on looking
Ted Hughes, Wodwo, 1967, Faber & Faber, p. 183.
I love it. The lack of conventional punctuation. The repetition – that childlike, comic roots / roots roots roots roots.
The throwaway, still-searching ending. Wodwonderful.