Ted Hughes Last Love Letter to Sylvia Plath
And yet at the end of 1997 Hughes published a beautiful, haunting poem on Plath called ''The City'' and for some reason did not include this in his final book.
It is gorgeous.. evocative.. chilling.. and an evocation to lost love.
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 60 year old.
And yet at the end of 1997 Hughes published a beautiful, haunting poem on Plath called ''The City'' and for some reason did not include this in his final book.
It is gorgeous.. evocative.. chilling.. and an evocation to lost love.
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 60 year old.
