After serving as in the Royal Air Force, Hughes attended Cambridge, where he studied archeology and anthropology, taking a special interest in myths and legends. In he met and married the American poet Sylvia Plathwho encouraged him to submit his manuscript to a first book contest run by The Poetry Center. Awarded first prize by judges Marianne MooreW. According to poet and critic Robert B.
Links and contacts Sylvia Plath and the Bees In the autumn ofonly four months before her death in FebruarySylvia Plath wrote a cluster of extraordinary poems about Bees.
Her son was born there in January It seemed to be an idyllic setting for a perfect family life — with bees.
As a boy in Germany, he had been nicknamed Beinen-Konig king of the bees and when he emigrated to the United States, he became a professor of entomology at Boston University.
His death when Sylvia was only eight years old deeply affected her feelings and thoughts for the rest of her life. At the same time as the Bee Poems were written, she was writing to her mother about seeking a separation from him.
InAssia killed her daughter by Hughes and then herself. Sylvia wrote to her mother: For beekeepers, I think the poems Ted hughes s poems a treasure trove. They are full of fresh, unexpected imagery about the familiar things we take too much for granted in our craft. No, it is the power of the poems to recover the intensity of our first experiences with the bees, the imaginative grasp she has of the special relationship which beekeepers have with each other at every meetingher delicate and accurate attention to colour, form, sound, smell, which make them unique in all the literature about bees: Or how about this for a description of stings?
As a good beginner, Plath has obviously read the right books and knows about queens killing off rivals: And the final poem of the sequence, Wintering, brings into sharp focus the anxiety I suppose all beekeepers feel as they close the hives for the winter: They taste the spring.
Like the language of bees, it may be difficult to study, but worth it. We went to the local meeting last week attended by the rector, the midwife, and assorted beekeeping people from neighboring villages to watch a Mr Pollard make three hives out of one by transferring his queen cells under the supervision of the official Government bee-man.
We all wore masks and it was thrilling. Ted had only put a handkerchief over his head where the hat should go in the bee-mask, and the bees crawled into his hair, and he flew off with half-a-dozen stings. I feel very ignorant, but shall try to read up and learn all I can.
Lots of people are really big keepers in town with a dozen to twenty hives, so we shall not be short of advice. When we have our first honey, I think we shall get half a dozen hens… Letter of 9th October Everything is breaking: They are the villagers — The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees.
In my sleeveless summery dress I have no protection, And they are all gloved and covered, why did nobody tell me? They are smiling and taking out veils tacked to ancient hats.
I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me? Yes, here is the secretary of bees with her white shop smock Buttoning the cuffs at my wrists and the slit from my neck to my knees.
Now I am milkweed silk, the bees will not notice.
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They will not smell my fear, my fear, my fear. Which is the rector now, is it that man in black? Which is the midwife, is that her blue coat? Everybody is nodding a square black head, they are knights in visors, Breastplates of cheesecloth knotted under the armpits.
Their smiles and their voices are changing. I am led through a beanfield. Strips of tinfoil winking like people, Feather dusters fanning their hands in a sea of bean flowers, Creamy bean flowers with black eyes and leaves like bored hearts.
Is it blood clots the tendrils are dragging up that string? No, no, it is scarlet flowers that will one day be edible. Now they are giving me a fashionable white straw Italian hat And a black veil that molds to my face, they are making me one of them. They are leading me to the shorn grove, the circle of hives.
Is it the hawthorn that smells so sick? The barren body of hawthorn, etherizing its children. Is it some operation that is taking place?Top 50 Poems at Famous Poets and Poems. Famous Poets and Poems. Pulitzer Prize winner Sylvia Plath’s complete poetic works, edited and introduced by Ted Hughes.
By the time of her death on 11, February , Sylvia Plath had written a large bulk of poetry.
Ted Hughes () was born in Yorkshire. His first book, The Hawk in the Rain, was published in by Faber and Faber and was followed by many volumes of poetry and prose for adults and children, including The Iron Man ().
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Ted Hughes () is a brooding presence in the landscape of 20th Century poetry, not unlike the six hundred feet-high Scout Rock which overshadowed his Yorkshire childhood. Biography.
Sylvia Plath was born on 27 October , at Massachusetts Memorial Hospital, in the Jennie M Robinson Memorial maternity building in Boston, Massachusetts.