A mother and her early teenage daughter
were arguing yesterday on the beach about
her swimming too far and cursing, a common
battle between parents and teen offspring,
and we all tried not to notice, but the name
of the daughter, who claimed a right to curse,
caught my ears that tried not to listen; for
it was a rare one, that of the daughter
of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. and suddenly
I had a flood of memories reading translations
so long ago, a thin softcover book with
an abstract art that looked like Joan Miró's
and was not. I had no idea of who Plath
was, going into its pages, and since closing it
I have never read a poem of Hughes without
being a mild partisan of her's, always seeing
her image projected upon his words.
09.08.2024
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