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1930 – 1998
W hen Ted Hughes was chosen to succeed Sir John Betjeman as England’s Poet Laureate in 1984,
a reporter in The Times described the selection as “a bit like appointing a grim young cow to
replace a cuddly old teddy bear.” Coming on the British literary scene in the 1950s, Hughes startled
readers with his poetic voice. With bold metaphors and forceful rhythms, his poems paint grim, often
violent, visions of human existence. At the same time, he celebrates the power of nature and attempts
to reunite humanity with the natural world, using myth and folklore to explore alternative possibilities
of spirituality.
Edward James Hughes was born in Mytholmroyd, a county
in West Yorkshire, the landscape of which—with its valleys, cliffs,
and surrounding moors—pervades much of his poetry. Hughes
studied English literature for two years at Cambridge before
switching to archaeology and anthropology in his final year of
study—seeking to escape what he called “the terrible, suffocating,
maternal octopus” of the English poetic tradition. In 1956 after
graduating, Hughes met and married Sylvia Plath, an American
student studying at Cambridge on a Fulbright Fellowship. The
following year, having published some individual poems, Hughes
released his first collection, The Hawk in the Rain (1957). The
poems of this début—including “The Thought-Fox” and
“Pike”—depict animals participating in a natural world from
which humans are isolated by their intellect.
After teaching briefly in the United States, Hughes and Plath
returned to England, where their two children were born and
where Hughes published his second collection, Lupercal (1960). Hughes also began writing children’s
books and radio plays during this period. After Plath committed suicide in 1963, following the
couple’s separation, Hughes put his own poetry on hold to focus on editing and publishing his wife’s
poems and journals.
Hughes’s return to poetry, Wodwo (1967), signaled a change in direction from his earlier work.
An interest in anthropology began to color his work, as did a marked interest in occult, mythic, and
folktale sources. The collection often features characters looking for meaning or identity through
various belief systems—such as the mysterious wodwo figure in the collection’s title poem, who seeks
to know, “What am I?” The volume following, Crow: From the Life and Songs of the Crow (1970),
created in collaboration with artist Leonard Baskin, presents a series of poems informed by Hughes’s
own mythology. These poems, which follow a crow from the genesis of the world until nuclear
apocalypse, lay bare the brutality in nature, though with more humor than was present in his earlier
work. Hughes said his goal in the Crow poems was to achieve a certain style consisting of “a super-
simple and a super-ugly language which would in a way shed everything except just what he [Crow]
wanted to say.” Perhaps not surprisingly, this carrion-eating, graceless, self-serving protagonist (who
became the main character of several subsequent works) brought charges of misanthropy and
crudeness upon Hughes.
With Crow Hughes discovered his penchant for collaborative ventures, and more followed,
including Cave Birds (1978), also with Leonard Baskin; Remains of Elmet (1979), in which he
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explores, with photographer Fay Godwin, the history of his native region from ancient to industrial
times; and River (1983), which, accompanied by photographs by Peter Keen, provides a composite
view of a river over the course of a year. Another of his later collections, Moortown (1979), documents
his experiences dairy farming with Jack Orchard, the father of his second wife, Carol.
Though Hughes continued to publish volumes of new and collected poems, in his later years he
devoted himself increasingly to judging competitions and performing readings—particularly for
children—and became an active supporter of environmental and ecological causes. Hughes also
turned to writing prose and to translating, publishing Tales from Ovid (1997), a collection of essays
entitled Winter Pollen (1994), and his critical work on Shakespeare, Shakespeare and the Goddess of
Complete Being (1992), which united his interest in the author with his passion for mythology.
In 1998 Hughes broke his thirty-year silence concerning his marriage with Plath and published
Birthday Letters, a series of poems addressed to his dead wife. During the years following her death,
Hughes had frequently been accused by some of Plath’s admirers of “murdering” the female poet, and
his surname was repeatedly defaced on her gravestone. Hughes’s last collection had the effect of
silencing, rather than reigniting, the expected opposition, and sales for the book have remained high
since its publication.
Hughes was diagnosed with colon cancer in 1997 and died in 1998, two weeks after receiving the
Order of Merit from Queen Elizabeth II. Hughes’s unique vision of the natural world—and of
humanity’s place in it—has endured after his death, and his poetry remains widely read and studied.
Of his continued popularity, British poet and critic Dick Davis explains, “He brings back to our
suburban, centrally-heated and, above all, safe lives reports from an authentic frontier of reality and
the imagination. His poems speak to us of a world that is constantly true in a way that we know our
temporary comforts cannot be.”
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Wodwo Middle English word, taken from Sir Gawain and the
Green Knight, that means “an enemy in the forest,” “a wild man of
the woods,” or (Hughes’s own definition) “some sort of goblin
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tench Fish, like a carp. creature.”
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till I get tired that’s touching one wall of me He stuffed the head half headfirst into woman
for the moment if I sit still how everything And it crept in deeper and up
25 stops to watch me I suppose I am the exact centre To peer out through her eyes
but there’s all this what is it roots Calling its tail-half to join up quickly, quickly
roots roots roots and here’s the water 15 Because O it was painful.
again very queer but I’ll go on looking
—1967 Man awoke being dragged across the grass.
Woman awoke to see him coming.
Neither knew what had happened.
Theology
God went on sleeping.
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Heptonstall Old Church The town of Heptonstall was three miles
from Hughes’s childhood home of Mytholmroyd, in West York-
shire. The ruins of the “old church” (dating from the thirteenth
century) stand beside the present church, constructed in 1854. The
bodies of Sylvia Plath and of Hughes’s parents are buried in its
churchyard.
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35 We bent there together, among the soft shrieks Every March since they have lifted again
Of their jostled stems, the wet shocks shaken 55 Out of the same bulbs, the same
Of their girlish dance-frocks— Baby-cries from the thaw,
Fresh-opened dragonflies, wet and flimsy, Ballerinas too early for music, shiverers
Opened too early. In the draughty wings of the year.
On that same groundswell of memory, fluttering
40 We piled their frailty lights on a carpenter’s bench, 60 They return to forget you stooping there
Distributed leaves among the dozens— Behind the rainy curtains of a dark April,
Buckling blade-leaves, limber, groping for air, zinc- Snipping their stems.
silvered—
Propped their raw butts in bucket water, But somewhere your scissors remember.
Their oval, meaty butts, Wherever they are.
45 And sold them, sevenpence a bunch— 65 Here somewhere, blades wide open,
April by April
Wind-wounds, spasms from the dark earth, Sinking deeper
With their odourless metals, Through the sod—an anchor, a cross of rust.
A flamy purification of the deep grave’s stony cold —1998
As if ice had a breath—