Wodwo

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.

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