Sylvia

Their story leads to tragic twists of fate, ending in a number of suicdes beginning with Plath taking her own life at the age of 30 by placing her head in the oven with the gas turned on. There were cases of infidelity during their marriage on Hughes' part and Plath was left by him without divorce, for another woman by the name of Assia Wevill. Hughes later claimed the spouses never really considered divorce and that they were talking about reconciliation, only days prior to Plath's death.
Many of Plath's followers continiuously and aggresively blamed Hughes for her death. Only in his great poetic work, Birthday Letters, which was published 35 years after her death did Hughes actually address the issue of their relationship in his own words. Hughes eventually left Assia Wevill, who committed suicide (6 years after Plath's death) and murdered her 4-year old daughter by Hughes in the very same way Plath had died before her.
In March 2009, Hughes' and Plath's son Nicholas Hughes also ended his life with suicide at the age of 47.
Featured below is my very favourite poem by Plath.
April 18
the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull
and if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipation
I would not remember you
or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of these
and in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetops
a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight.
(Note: The story of the relationship between Plath and Hughes was made into a film in 2003 starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Daniel Craig and is very recommended.)
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