#Ted Hughes

[metamorphesque]

Lovesong, Ted Hughes

#absolutely despise this man #but I like this poem #lovesong #poems #poetry #quotes #literature #classic literature #ted hughes

[derangedrhythms]

Ted Hughes, Tales from Ovid; from 'Echo and Narcissus'

TEXT ID: Was there ever a love As cruel as mine is to me?

#ted hughes #tales from ovid #echo and narcissus #poetry #excerpts #l

[lillyli-74]

Who has heard the Crow's love-whisper?

~Ted Hughes

#ted hughes

[hairtusk]

She lives on a moor in the north. She lives alone. Spring opens like a blade there.

#happy very very very early spring from the moors #the signs are starting. very soon everything will erupt. i can't wait #had a walk this morning and had a chat to the elderly farmer next door about his late-night lambing #lambs love to be born at the silliest time on the coldest darkest sorts of nights #anyway. i'm breathing deeply. the spring is coming. i'm having a lovely week off from work. #ted hughes #anne carson

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Her Room :: Andrew Wyeth

* * * *

The Shell

The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear.

“You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me.”

Ted Hughes,

The Mermaid's Purse: Poems by Ted Hughes

#Her Room #Andrew Wyeth #about art #Ted Hughes #mermaid #the shell #poetry #poem #reading and writing #the sea #words and writing

[ladysansa]

Helaena Targaryen, House of the Dragon 1x06, 1x07, 1x09 // Madwomen: The “Locas Mujeres” Poems of Gabriela Mistral, a Bilingual Edition; “Cassandra”, Gabriela Mistral // Fire & Blood, George R.R. Martin // The Oresteia, Aeschylus (trans. Ted Hughes) // Lake Mungo (dir. Joel Anderson)

#mixed up a couple of prev ww into this one—felt right to put them into one #the oresteia #ted hughes #hotd #hotdedit #asoiafedit #helaena targaryen #fire & blood #f&b #asoiaf #lake mungo #gabriela mistral #web weaving #post*

[mirefireflies]

the minotaur was just a boy once. it's not his fault he was made into a monster.

Confessions of a Minotaur - Nora J Watson / Minotaur - Justin Sweet / The Minotaur - Ted Hughes / Backtalk from the Minotaur - Cid Corman / The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break - Steven Sherrill / FIRST TIME OF THE MINOTAUR - Maurizio L'Altrella / Minotaur - Paul Reid / Metamorphoses Book 8 - Ovid / Borge’s “The House of Asterion” - Maurice J Bennett / Minotauromachia - Picasso / the minotaur - @honeyginsen (x) (x)

#the minotaur breakdown is never ending #web weaving #greek mythology #the minotaur #asterius #nora j watson #justin sweet #ted hughes #cid corman #steven sherrill #maurizio l’altrella #paul reid #ovid #maurice j bennett #picasso #honeyginsen

[always-coffee]

About Love

(Mostly learned from discovering what love isn’t)

Love does not leave you guessing or anxious. It’s calming, steadying. It is showing up in whatever way that means. It’s small kindness and big ones, arguing over the important stuff, but purposefully—never meanly. It’s saying you’re sorry and realizing that we are going to screw up at some point. It’s not about perfection. Never is.

It’s about sticking together. Soup when you’re sick—homemade, if you’re extra lucky. Hugs and kisses always. Being silly together. Being honest, even when it’s hard. Because no matter what, you’ve got each other’s back.

Love is comfy sweatpants and stolen T-shirts. It’s slow dancing in the kitchen for no reason. Curling up on the couch to read together. Quiet nights in. Supporting each other’s wins and being a balm when the losses happen. There will be losses and difficult parts, but muddling through those together is everything.

More than anything, love is care/caring. Even when you’re mad at someone. Maybe especially then. It’s dropping everything when you’re needed and getting the same in return. It’s also snuggles. Lots of snuggles.

Love isn’t about being completed by someone. It’s not about fixing or being fixed. It’s about being who you are, good and the bad, and being thoroughly adored for it. It’s sending sweet texts, silly videos, funny little things—because joy that is shared is everything. It’s this made me think of you. It’s seeing someone as they are—and letting yourself be seen just as nakedly. It’s vulnerable, yes. But it’s vulnerability with warmth underneath it, because you know it’s safe. Because your heart is safe. It’s being the keeper of all the secrets and sharing yours in return. It’s not waiting a day to text back or call. It’s being wholly and utterly sincere and dorky, because you cannot keep that smile off your face.

Chase who lights you up, especially on your bad days. Don’t worry about how it might look or what anyone else might think. Bet on yourself, too. And don’t ever settle for less than you deserve. You are worth loving. Promise.

“The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.” ~Ted Hughes in a letter to his son, Nicholas

#about love #on valentine's day #happy heart day kittens #on love #I barely resisted making a Chekhov reference #advice sort of #ted hughes

[majestativa]

Between worlds, between books, [...] Sweet anger, soft sobbing, and fervid sighs Gone, but not forgotten.

— Lydia Grigorieva, Shards from the Polar Ice: Selected Poems, on Sylvia Plath & Ted Hughes, transl by John Farndon and Olga Nakston, (2016)

#Russian #Lydia Grigorieva #Shards from the Polar Ice: Selected Poems #John Farndon #Olga Nakston #(2016) #Sylvia Plath #Ted Hughes

[brunettedelulu]

The Fig Tree Analogy *⁠.⁠✧

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.

From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

From, "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath, 1963.

#sylvia plath #plath #coquette #girlblogging #it girl #lana del rey #vintage #girlboss #lizzy grant #60s girl #lanadelrey #this is what makes us girls #fig tree #Analogy #i'm just a girl #jane birkin #fiona apple #ted hughes #book quotes #books #the bell jar #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #litterature #sofia coppola

[thunderstruck9]

Sylvia Plath (American, 1932-1963), Ted Hughes, c.1957. Pen and ink, 8¼ x 5 in. 

Ted Hughes (1930-1998) was an English poet, translator, children's writer and husband of Sylvia Plath

#sylvia plath #american art #portrait #ted hughes #male portrait #f

[las-microfisuras]

Ted Hughes, Charles Causley y Seamus Heaney, 1982.

Foto: Carol Orchard Hughes.

#ted hughes #charles causley #seamus heaney

[derangedrhythms]

I dreamed about you continually last night, in all kinds of places and confusions.

Ted Hughes, from ‘Letters of Ted Hughes’ ⁠— Sylvia Plath, 18th October 1956

#ted hughes #letters of ted hughes #letters #sylvia plath #o

[lillyli-74]

Who has heard the Crow's love-whisper?

~Ted Hughes

#gif #ted hughes #black crow

[hairtusk]

D.H. Lawrence, 'He-Goat' / Assia Wevill, quoted in Eliat Negrev & Yehuda Koren, 'A Lover of Unreason: The Life and Tragic Death of Assia Wevill'

#d.h. lawrence #assia wevill #mine #ted hughes

[dk-thrive]

…imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.

— Ted Hughes, Poetry in the Making: An Anthology (Faber & Faber; First Edition, January 1, 1968) Originally published January 1, 1967. (via The Vale of Soul Making)

#write #writer #writing #Ted Hughes #words