Snowdrop

Snowdrop - Ted Hughes

Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.
Ted Hughes


What it says on the tin but I was thrilled to see this little cluster for normally Horace the Pheasant eats them. A cold and sunshiny day. I don't know what I've done apart from take a brisk walk around the big circuit.
1917 - we both emerged stunned. Incredibly tense, extraordinarily well made from the point of view of two young soldiers given the seemingly impossible task of taking a message to another company 8 miles away - their route going over No Man's Land. We are literally looking over their shoulders at every moment in what is meant to look like one continuous shot. No holds barred but nothing gratuitous, it gave an inkling into the sheer ghastliness of life on the front and the appalling nature of what they were expected to do - and did. Shocking what was asked of them yet the film managed to convert a huge range of complex emotions and experiences not all grim. Recommended.