My
introduction to Ted Hughes was, for better or worse, a rather bad one.

The
husband was the poet Ted Hughes, who had had an almost meteoric rise in the
1950s. He had left his marriage with Plath for another woman, the poet Assia
Butmann Wevill. Four years later, in 1966, Wevill killed herself (and their
daughter) in the same manner as Plath had died.
I’m
not sure if this is the stuff of poetry or soap opera, but for years Hughes was
called “murderer” at public readings.
To continue reading, please see my post
today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Photograph by Junior Libby via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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