Thistles are born from redolence fighting the natural world of “rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men” (Hughes). The birth is brought about by violent imagery of a “blue-black pressure” that instills the image of a bruise. The burst forward with a vindictive manner. It comes from an unfruitful upbringing of an “Icelandic frost” armed with its painful spikes for protection. They are born from hard beginnings living I a primal state like the “gutturals” of people (Hughes). The plume of purple bristles elicits blood from their sharp touch. There life comes to an end, and they go back to the earth “like men” (Hughes). But life moves on and they gave birth to a new future once again rooted in violence. The thistles are resilience the
