It seems to me that since Sylvia Plath's suicide her work has immensely gained popularity.
However, her suicide, always in the background sort of overshadowed the writing she left behind.
Also often forgotten and overshadowed is her husband,teacher and fellow poet Ted Hughes.
Since so many people know of Plath, though she will be mentioned in this article the article is more a tribute to the man that stood beside "Lady Lazarus" through her most tumultuous years.
They met at a party in February of 1956, the meeting was enshrined later in some of Hughes' poetry. The woman left quite the impression after biting him on the face, it was never meant to be vicious, and Hughes recognized that.It left an impression not just on his face, but evidently on His soul.
It has been said of Hughes and Plath that they indeed may have been too much alike,
but that didn't stop them from Loving each other, both immensely talented, Hughes nurtured Sylvia's passion for writing and they spent their early years together in a kind of volatile madness but at the same time literal poetic bliss.
Some may see the two as contradiction, but Ted and Sylvia both being intense people appreciated the volatility and in fact found comfort in their extremely different temperaments.
The Love they shared was volatile yes, but that made them all the more passionate for each other.
Hughes in fact had Plath's final manuscripts published shortly after her death and they became her best selling and most widely read collection, titled Ariel.
Hughes' Love for Sylvia was one which is rarely seen these days, in the fact that it was indeed
for better or worse.
Many nowadays run at the first hint of stormy times.
The two of them loved each other, they were bonded for life from the very first, unconditionally.
Though they were separated at the time of Plath's suicide, Hughes Loved her still.
The reason they were separated at all was the fact that they were too intense together, but their Love was nonetheless intact and thus is one for the Ages.
Hughes later lost yet another love and a daughter as well, and yet Hughes faced the tragedy with the strength and courage that few these days can even begin to.
Instead of succumbing to the pain in fact he enshrined it in some of his greatest work.
Namely a poem called Crow.
I dedicate this article to Ted Hughes, his daughter Shura, Sylvia Plath, and Assia Webber.
God rest your souls and may you now have the peace you so longed for in Life.
