ted hughes' last letter to sylvia plath.
“What happened that night? Your final night?”
“Then a voice like a selected weapon
Or a measured injection,
Coolly delivered its four words
Deep into my ear: ‘Your wife is dead.'”
the full article, from uk’s telegraph.
Irresistibly drawn to the handwriting.
me too! i kinda want to make it the background for the next student reading series poster.