Sylvia Plath

Bloomsbury

In 1066 it had vineyards and pigs, in 1759 the British Museum opened there, but for many people Bloomsbury’s main association is with the Bloomsbury group of writers and artists, including the Woolfs, John Maynard Keynes, E.M. Forster, Lyttonn Strachey, the Bells and the Garnets. Fittingly, perhaps, Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes were married in […]

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Last word on nightjar

There was a crossword clue today “dialect word for nightjar”; we couldn’t think of anything at all and looked it up and found several suggestions (none of which fitted) whip-poor-will, whip o’will. nighthawk, puck … and goatsucker…. what? Goatsucker? Really? “Doe niet zo belachelijk!!” Goatsucker Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The […]

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A silly mistake…

A silly mistake led me back to this poem which I haven’t read since I was much much younger: Mushrooms Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving […]

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