“The poetry shock that hit the U.K. in the sixties started before the Beatles. Sylvia responded to the first ripples of it. In a sense, Ariel is a response to those first signs, and she never heard the Beatles.”

Men that have been bending all their lives
In the one dim lamp of a pension
To lift their needs, relax as in graves

The eye was a masterful horseman
Hardened, proud and fierce.

The farms are stinking craters in
Sheer sides under the sodden moors;
When it is not wind it is rain,

Ted Hughes was born on this day in 1930. In a 1950 letter to Edna Wholey, he dilated on his love of hedgehogs. Read more of his correspondence in Letters of Ted Hughes, edited by Christopher Reid. Last night as I was coming down the field I heard a c…