Philip Xiu 10SK The Fox      The island is a harsh desolate rocky landscape, which the alliteration provides an embodiment of, “rough with rocks”. The tawny fox, the vital part of the poem is the inhabitant of this grey island. We realize that after millions of years of evolution - a further irony to the poem about evolution, the fox is at the top of the food chain with no trepidation, “…the brush curled /Demurely as a pennant furled, /Signal of peace and self-won ease.“ The first sign of something is going to happen is the rather ominous line, ”…resting half anchored.” Which is appropriate as the Beagle is anchored as well but the fox is ready to change according to circumstances – rather like evolution. But as we see as the humans work with their instruments we are gently immersed into the mind of the fox as we notice the rather animal naivety or to be put more bluntly, stupidity of the fox as it assumes that
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the humans are either hunting or playing. This is what evolution is about, this is why we are different to a dog; we have the ability to reason beyond the animal intuition, which binds the fox. As the fox is craning his neck out as if to be executed a hammer falls with precision and ferocity, “…from his back, descending hiss, /The hammer falls…” that only an animal could have which only sharpens the ideas of the astute poet as he implies that we are animals as well. The brutal act carried out from behind is a cowardly one, but ...

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