
The English poet Ted Hughes was Sylvia's husband from 1956 till her death in 1963, they lived together until
autumn 1962. Shortly before his death he published a collection of poems remembering his first wife and their life together,
Birthday Letters ,
published by Faber and Faber in England, by Farrar Straus & Giroux in the U.S.
It contains 88 poems that cover his life with and without Sylvia,
all poems were written after her death, some were already published elsewhere as early as the 1980s but went largely unnoticed.
This collection has meanwhile become one of Hughes' most famous and best loved books.
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| Recently, the Collected Poems of Ted Hughes have been published, containing more or less all his published poetry, including the very rare editions Howls and Whispers and Cappriccios with poems about Sylvia Plath and Assia Wevill respectively. The poems in Howls and Whispers are similar to the Birthday Letters poems but somewhat more personal and private. This book offers an opportunity to get all of Hughes' poetry, including poems that only appeared in magazines and newspapers but were not included in previous collections. Highly recommended! |
Ted Hughes died of cancer on 28th October 1998 at age 68.
A comprehensive Ted Huges website can be found at
http://www.ted-hughes.net (maintained by Claas Kazzer).

The following two poems reflect on Sylvia Plath.
from The City
Your poems are like a dark city centre.
Your novel, your stories, your journals, your letters, are suburbs
Of this big city.
The hotels are lit like office blocks all night
With scholars, priests, pilgrims. It's at night
Sometimes I drive through. I just find
Myself driving through, going slow, simply
Roaming in my own darkness, pondering
What you did. Nearly always
I glimpse you - at some crossing,
Staring upwards, lost, sixty year old.
...
by Ted Hughes,
printed in The London Sunday Times (international edition), October 26, 1997, Book Section, Page 8-4.

from The Rag Rug
Somebody had made one. You admired it.
So you began to make your rag rug.
You needed to do it. Played on by lightnings
You needed an earth. Maybe. Or needed
To pull something out of yourself-
Some tapeworm of the psyche. I was simply
Happy to watch your scissors being fearless
...
Whenever you worked at your carpet I felt happy.
Then I could read Conrad's novels to you.
I could cradle your freed mind in my voice,
Chapter by chapter, sentence by sentence,
Word by word: "Heart of Darkness,"
...
I dreamed of our house
Before we ever found it. A great snake
Lifted its head from a well in the middle of the house
Exactly where the well is, beneath its slab,
In the middle of the house.
A golden serpent, thick as a child's body,
Eased from the opened well. And poured out
Through the back door, a length that seemed unending-
...
by Ted Hughes,
printed in the New Yorker
published in Birthday Letters

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The following books are stories for children yet they can be enjoyed by adults, especially in the context of his poetry as in Crow or Cave Birds. These stories feature
the same clay-baking, slightly confused god that figures in Crow, they sparkle with imagination and humour.

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