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Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems)

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In Memory of Sylvia Plath Hughes

The Black Prince of Paradise brought you to this place,
Where Cromwell's Ironsides were bread and buttered,
A stone's throw from the cockpit in Church Lane
Where Wellington's troopers gambled on the cobbles.

Rowans are a red mush upon the road.
The orange slates of leaves roof gloomy wynds.
Dykes with their pie crust stone keep sunlight penned.
Families are walls, closed ranks, compacted tightly.
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Jim Hogg 23 July 2020
Many startling images and penetrating observations, as always.
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Chinedu Dike 01 September 2019
A brilliant tribute to both icons of poetry written with clarity of thought and mind. A lovely work of art. Thanks for sharing, Sheena, Remain enriched.
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Denis Mair 14 October 2018
I invite you to read my response to a poem by Ted Hughes: TWO POEMS AND A DISQUISITION ON SKYLARKS.
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Denis Mair 14 October 2018
Poems upon visiting the grave or residence of famous poets are practically a sub-genre. You have made it new by absorbing absorbed the soul-force of these two poets and knitting it with details of season and locality. Details in your miniature landscape demand to be visualized, such the BUCKET OF PETALS and the shriveled foreskins. The energy of language is worthy of the poet who wrote BIRTHDAY LETTERS.
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Richard Wlodarski 27 December 2017
An absolutely magnificent tribute to both outstanding poets. With all due respect, I must agree with Brian. A glossary would be extremely helpful. At times, I've used Google, but that's very time consuming. Please give some thought to this suggestion. Greatly appreciated!
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Gerard Rochford 26 November 2017
Sheena Blackhall is among the very best poets writing in the U.K today - wonderfully prolific in English, Scots and The Doric. I honour her..
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Todd Giberson 13 November 2017
Wonderful poems full of wonderful words. My favorite lines: Up to the neck in centuries you lie, In marble vest of bone and wooden shirt, Stuffed with the clay of England. This is your kingdom now, ...
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Brian Purdy 20 February 2017
Ms. Blackhall, I have been reading your work for some time now, with mixt admiration and frustration. Too frequently I have encountered terms, phrases, words which you present to a readership here on PoemHunter.com which will have little comprehension of these arcane usages. I am certainly not suggesting that you curtail your interest in such areas of philology - only that you might aid those with an honest interest to understand and appreciate by providing a glossary where appropriate to the poem presented. I enjoyed the three poems offered here but feel they would certainly benefit by means of the suggestion I make here. I wish you good health and high spirits, prosperity and poetic productivity. In other words, all best wishes, Bep.
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Tom Billsborough 13 July 2016
How can we ever forget Sylvia Plath. I remember the week after she died, Alfred Alvarez writing a fine tribute to her in the Observer. Wonderful poet especially after her schooling with Robert Lowell. Two of my favourite poems in English are Daddy and Keats's Ode to Autumn. You have honoured her memory with a very fine poem and the other two poems too are of excellent quality. I only came across you because of Poem of the day, which I haven't read yet. As sson as I looked on your site and saw Sylvia's name I had to read this poem. Glad I did. A true colossus of a poet. Tom Billsborough
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James Smith 04 November 2015
I so like your three poems and they vividly bring to mind landscapes that I remember from days in England. The history of those landscapes and the respective characters of the two poets so intertwined. Many thanks
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