When was the last time you had a real crush? The kind that makes you blush a little bit when you think about it? Well, I've got a crush....a literary crush on one Ted Hughes.
Yes, he was a bit of a bounder. Yes, he left Sylvia Plath and she shortly thereafter gassed herself in the kitchen of her London apartment. But his poetry...his poetry is just divine.
Yes, he was a bit of a bounder. Yes, he left Sylvia Plath and she shortly thereafter gassed herself in the kitchen of her London apartment. But his poetry...his poetry is just divine.
Old Crow
Flying your black bag of jewels
From chaos to chaos
Probe hard for those maggoty deaths
Which poison our lives.
Flying your black bag of jewels
From chaos to chaos
Probe hard for those maggoty deaths
Which poison our lives.
Yum. Deliciously dark, vivid and sparkling....
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