Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath

"If I had grasped that whatever comes with
    a fox
Is what tests marriage and proves it a
I would not have failed the test."
                         Ted Hughes

fox in bell jar

Am I saying I blame Hughes?
Of course not.  I am saying only that it's really hard for me to love him.

Last year, the January issue of The Atlantic had an interesting article about Hughes' poetry before, during and after his marriage to Plath which, bless his heart, is pretty much how we define him.
Sorry bastard.