Listed separately from the Collected because Crow demands it. This is the collection that divided British poetry and still hasn't been absorbed. Hughes's crow is creation's mistake, God's embarrassment, the principle of life that persists despite everything. The sequence draws on Native American trickster mythology, Norse cosmology, and an almost Gnostic vision to produce existence as black comedy. No British poet had written anything so bleak or so funny since Milton made Satan.

The case for it, the case against, and the rest of the canon open with Pro.