Leaves

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In this poem, Ted Hughes puts an original twist on the traditional pastoral theme of the changing of the seasons, as he docements the process of summer turning into Autumn, and then winter, through the journey叶the leaves. Throughout the piece, every aspect of natural world is personified ＇from the trees to the whistling wind.

Who＇s killed the leaves?
Me, says the apple, I＇ve killed them all.
Fat as a bomb or a canonball
I＇ve killed the leaves.

Who sees them drop?
Me, says the pear, they will leave me all bare
So all the people can point and stare.
I see theme drop.

Who'll catch their blood?
Me, me, me, say the marrow, the marrow.
I'll get so rotund that they'll need a wheelbarrow.
I'll catch their blood.

Who’ll make their shroud?
Me, says the swallow, there's just time enough
Before I must pack all my spools and be off.
I'll make their shroud.

Who'll dig their grove?
Me, says the river , with the power of the clouds.
A brown deep grave I'll dig under my floods.
I'll dig theirs grave.

Who'll be their parson?
Me, says the crow, for it is well known
I study the Bible night down to the bone.
I'll be their parson.

Who’ll be chief mourner?
Me. Says the wind I will cry through the grass
The people will pale and go cold when I pass.
I'll be chief mourner.

Who'll carry the coffin?
Me, says the sunset, the whole world will weep
To see me lower it into the deep .
I'll carry the coffin.

Who'll sing a psalm?
Me, says the tractor, with my gear-grinding glottal..
I'll slough up the stubble and sing through my throttle.
I'll sing the psalm.

Who'll toll the bell?
Me, says the robin,my song in October
Will tell the still gardens the leaves are over.
I'll toll the bell.