How I envy the novelist! I imagine him - better say her, for it is the women I look to for a parallel - I imagine her, then, pruning a rosebush with a large pair of shears, adjusting her spectacles, shuffling about among teacups, humming, arranging ashtrays or babies, absorbing a slant of light, a [...]
My mother, head in oven, died
And me, already dead inside
I was an empty tin
Where nothing rattled in.
Time magazine has an interview with Frieda Hughes, the daughter of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath, on the occasion of the publication of 45, a new collection of poems. The title refers to Frieda Hughes’ age and the volume [...]
Granny Scarecrow
Tears flowed at the chapel funeral,
more beside [...]
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