A high hush quitens the crickets' cry

I'd like to take some time now to remember two of the best poets' of past times. Ted Hughes - who i've loved since i was younger - i remember reading him in Year 10, as i'm sure you do too Holly. I've been looking for the untitled poem for ages, but i can't find it anywhere. It's the poem about when he branded a girl with a pair of scissors. It's my favourite but it's hard to find when it doesn't have a name. Ted Hughes was born in West Yorkshire (same place as me) and died of Cancer in 1998. A lot of his poetry was about nature, and in his early years a lot of what he wrote was very violent which was influences through his father's tales of World War One. And of course growing up on the Yorkshire Moors, inspired him to write about the nature around him. Animals appear frequently throughout his work: as pitcures of holiness, metaphor, persona and icon. Perhaps the most famous of his subjects is "Crow," a combination of god, bird and man, whose existence seems pivotal to the knowledge of good and evil.

The second poet i wish to remember is Sylvia Plath who's poetry, I am just discovering. A lot of her poetry is about depression, and it very dark, and it seems no surprise that she committed suicide in 1963 after 6 years of unsuccessful marriage to Ted Hughes. I know there is a film about her out right now - called Sylvia Plath played by Gwyneth Paltrow. I'm thinking about checking it out. Has anyone seen it?