Read both of them in the sixth form, and even then... Heaney's
nostalgie de la boue. Exhaustion in both. Looking backwards unclearly.
Hughes fatalism, sheep's death wish (but that's because they're bred
that way). I saw Hughes read, and he had the aura of the great poet,
charisma. I said he had made a choice, and he nearly bit my head off.
Enough of great male poets.
yrs, frances
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Francis Presley
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