"Ted Hughes was a great man and a great poet because of his wholeness and his simplicity and his unfaltering truth to his own sense of the world." --Seamus Heaney
Originally, the medieval bestiary, or book of animals, set out to establish safe distinctions--between them and us--but Ted Hughes's poetry works always in a contrary direction: showing what man and beast have in common, the reservoir from which we all draw. In A Ted Hughes Bestiary, Alice Oswald's selection is arranged chronologically, with an eye to different books and styles, but equally to those poems that embody animals rather than just describe them. Some poems are here because, although not strictly speaking animal, they become so in the process of writing; and in keeping with the bestiary tradition there are plenty of imaginary animals--all concentratedly going about their business.
In Poetry in the Making, Hughes said that he thought of his poems as animals, meaning that he wanted them to have "a vivid life of their own." Distilled and self-defining, A Ted Hughes Bestiary is subtly responsive to a central aspect of Hughes's achievement, while offering room to overlooked poems, and "to those that have the wildest tunes."
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my hardback copy of Sylvia Plath's diaries arrives tomorrow, along with a volume of collected poems by Ted Hughes, in two separate deliveries - not with any smidgeon of irony
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In the garden with probably my favourite Ted Hughes collection (and an obligatory medicinal). The darkness, majesty and terror of these poems is so extraordinary, some of the finest of the twentieth century… https://t.co/lOoeyBYaDC
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@DavGar51 It’s not about the poems. It’s about her truth. This excerpt is the intro to her compiled letters. It’s about the false narrative that Sylvia was the ‘crazy’ lady who Ted, the ever loving husband, had to put up with. There was a documentary about Hughes I watched, and—