Tag: Ted Hughes

  • trance the ibisworld by Aad de Gids

    trance the ibisworld   fleur de lys not, but hemlock and yet roses red, pink, yellow, ligustrum fully gleaming green, the yellow variant of digitalis, lilies abundant, pink, red and orange in honour of carolyn, the first buds of saponaria, phlox and a wide assortment of herbs   still undecidedly in the nursery, bilobal firstlings,…

  • Posterity and all that.

    Recently, I wrote a post about how government bodies tend to view poetry. Indeed, I would say their view tends toward jaundiced misunderstanding rather than outright aggression, but I could be wrong. The image embedded in the piece was of a woman placing flowers  at Ted Hughes‘  memorial stone in Poet’s Corner at Westminster Abbey. Ted Hughes’ stone…

  • T.S Eliot and the death of poetry

    The image is from this BBC report. Poetry was once  important as a part of  our culture,  and as an  art.   This week , the Ted Hughes memorial-stone  made headlines , it  is sited near to T.S Eliot’s memorial-stone in Poet’s Corner  at Westminster Abbey.  I have linked the report above here. Unfortunately, T.S Eliot’s memory,…

  • ‘Vatican’ by Daragh Breen

    Vatican Daragh Breen In a glass specimen-jar in the Vatican Archives is one of the blue bottle flies (Calliphora vormitoria), that festered in Christ’s wounded side as He was taken down from the Cross. In the catacombs of the fly’s eye is a moon suspended in darkness. On this sphere is a single, mast- like…

  • Restored Music; Sylvia Plath’s ‘Ariel’

    Restored Music : Sylvia Plath’s ‘Ariel’   The first edition of Ariel was published by Faber and Faber in 1965. I am not going to trawl the pit of controversy over the Hughes selection, it has been done. The arguments and counter-arguments are known to mostly all lovers of Plath‘s writing. I will point the general reader to Hughes’…

  • A Saturday Woman Poet: Emily Dickinson

    Chosen by Anna I.   Banish Air from Air – Divide light if you dare – They’ll meet While Cubes in a drop Or Pellets of Shape Fit Films cannot annul Odors return whole Force Flame And with a blonde push Over your impotence Flits Stream. “   II.   An awful Tempest mashed the…

  • ‘Maudlin’ By Sylvia Plath.

    Mud-Matressed under the sign of the hag In a clench of blood, the sleep-talking virgin Gibbets her curse, the moon’s man, Faggot-bearing jack in his crackless egg; Hatched with a claret hogshead to swig He kings it, navel-knit to no groom, But at the price of a pin-stitched skin Fish-tailed girls purchase each white leg.…

  • ‘Sheep In Fog’ by Sylvia Plath.

    The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line of Breath, O slow Horse the colour of rust, Hooves, dolorous bells- All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart. They…