Chicano Poet

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

from One Poet's Notes

When I heard the sad news yesterday
about the suicide of Nicholas Hughes,
the 47-year-old son of Sylvia Plath
and Ted Hughes, I found it difficult to
connect the man that had become
a successful ecologist—who specialized
for more than two decades in studies
of salmon behavior and their patterns
of feeding or who held a position
as professor of fisheries
and ocean sciences at the University
of Alaska, Fairbanks—with the images
of him depicted as the infant son
in the Plath volumes on one of my bookshelves.
Like many others, until now my familiarity
with Nicholas Hughes existed solely
from information in Plath’s poetry
and her journals.


At 9:35 AM, Blogger Jim Murdoch said...

Yes, like Christoper Robin from the Winnie the Pooh books. Hard to imagine him as an old man. Actually he's dead now too.

At 11:44 AM, Blogger RC said...

Yes,it was sad to hear about Nicholas.Though I of course never knew him,I felt otherwise.His mother influenced my poetry so much,and she is never more than a few thoughts away from me.I have two of Frida's poetry books...


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