TY - CHAP
T1 - Hughes and Plath
AU - Clark, Heather
PY - 2018/6/21
Y1 - 2018/6/21
N2 - Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard into my eyes and it was Ted Hughes. I started yelling again about his poems and quoting: ‘most dear unscratchable diamond’ and he yelled back, colossal, in a voice that should have come from a Pole, ‘You like?’ and asking me if I wanted brandy, and me yelling yes … and I was stamping and he was stamping on the floor, and then he kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hairband off … and my favorite silver earrings: hah, I shall keep, he barked. And when he kissed my neck I bit him long and hard on the cheek, and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face. His poem ‘I did it, I.’ Such violence, and I can see how women lie down for artists. The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words; his poems are strong and blasting like a high wind in steel girders. And I screamed in myself, thinking: oh, to give myself crashing, fighting, to you.
AB - Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard into my eyes and it was Ted Hughes. I started yelling again about his poems and quoting: ‘most dear unscratchable diamond’ and he yelled back, colossal, in a voice that should have come from a Pole, ‘You like?’ and asking me if I wanted brandy, and me yelling yes … and I was stamping and he was stamping on the floor, and then he kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hairband off … and my favorite silver earrings: hah, I shall keep, he barked. And when he kissed my neck I bit him long and hard on the cheek, and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face. His poem ‘I did it, I.’ Such violence, and I can see how women lie down for artists. The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words; his poems are strong and blasting like a high wind in steel girders. And I screamed in myself, thinking: oh, to give myself crashing, fighting, to you.
KW - Sylvia Plath
KW - Ted Hughes
KW - Cambridge University
UR - https://www.cambridge.org/gb/academic/subjects/literature/english-literature-after-1945/ted-hughes-context?format=HB
U2 - 10.1017/9781108554381.004
DO - 10.1017/9781108554381.004
M3 - Chapter
SN - 9781108425551
T3 - Literature in Context
SP - 13
EP - 22
BT - Ted Hughes in Context
A2 - Gifford, Terry
PB - Cambridge University Press
ER -