The allegory of the hawk symbolizing humanity continues into the second and third verses:
“...
The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth’s face upward for my inspection.
...
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot.”
These verses further develop the idea that the hawk is a supreme creature. It looks down on its realm and controls all the animals. Therefore, it is able to “hold Creation in my foot”. On the other hand, as the hawk actually represents us, the writer is also commenting on mankind. “The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray” correspond to natural resources and how they “are of advantage” to us. Instead of letting the course of nature take over our lives, we control the Earth as it ‘face upward for our inspection’. The phrase “It took the whole of Creation” suggests that humans see themselves as the ultimate species. Overall these two verses emphasize the fact that we are the rulers of the Earth. The world is metaphorically “our oyster”, a small thing that is easily held in our grasp.
As the poem progresses into the fourth verse, the hawk awakes from its stillness and takes flight:
“Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly –
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads –“
Firstly the writer projects an image of the hawk flying above with a bird’s-eye view as the world revolves. Interestingly, it is the hawk that is doing the “revolving”. All of its dominion merely orbit around it. The hawk also owns its territory so it can “kill where I please”. These first two lines is a link to the last verse which further underlines the hawk’s supremacy. Similarly, we exploit the Earth because we believe it belongs to us. Although we consider ourselves a civilised race, the writer points out that some of our methods are far from graceful. In fact, he describes our way of living as “tearing off heads”. For example, we factory-farm animals for profit and we invade other countries to quench our thirst for fuel. As we become the masters of our planet, we grow insensitive to the fact that our greed is causing us to regress back to savages.
The poem turns even more chilling as it enters the fifth verse:
“The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
...”
Here the hawk is a metaphorical “grim reaper”. Its job is the “allotment of death”. From this verse we also perceive an image of the hawk swooping down on its prey as it flies “through the bones of the living”. The writer describes this as “the one path of my flight that is direct”. He is implying that the only constant element in a hawk’s life is to kill. Just like the hawk, we can allocate death as well because the earth is our domain. During our lifetimes we sacrifice the lives of many other creatures to fulfil our desires. We kill animals for food and we hunt exotic species for commodities. We are not that different from the hawk, after all.
The final verse stresses the permanence of the hawk’s reign:
“The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.”
The phrase “the sun is behind me” implies that even the sun is a supporter of the hawk. Here the writer conveys yet another image to us. The sun’s rays are chasing after the hawk as if following a great leader. Nothing can unseat it from power. On the other hand, this verse also criticises the human aversion to change. For example, people still pollute the planet even though they know it can cause climate change and natural disasters. The last three lines highlight this fact. We have not done anything in the past to amend our mistakes – “Nothing has changed since I began.” We are unwilling act now – “My eye has permitted no change.” We will not abandon our methods in the future – “I am going to keep things like this.” This is the heart of Ted Hughes’ criticism. We humans, as the masters of this world, are continuously destroying our planet because we are reluctant to change our wicked ways.
In the end, “Hawk Roosting” is fundamentally an illustration of a magnificent creature. Nevertheless, Hughes masterfully embedded his critique on humanity into the poem. Just like the hawk, we are “predators”. However, our “prey” is nature and its resources. We are no better than cruel savages. “Hawk Roosting” is Hughes’ attempt at making us aware of this fact. Ultimately, his wish is that we preserve a better world for future generations.