The Poetess Of Heptonstall

The Poetess Of Heptonstall

A Poem by Alan S Jeeves
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Heptonstall is a tiny village near to my home here in the hills of Yorkshire, England. Sylvia was... Well! I guess you all know who Sylvia was.

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This high, half-hidden, churchyard
Where coldness and rain find a home
And the nightfall is welcomed at twilight's end.

The lament of the deafened, defining the dusk,
And complecting its blanket, a chilled shielding shroud ~
A poet lies sleeping alone in her cot.

But verses are silently wrested away
Brilliantly noiseless not rhyming nor free:
And how the wind whistles here all about.

Then, strangely, disturbing the shadowless eve
A voice, a beseeching, may softly be heard.
O' Sylvia, Sylvia, why for art thou here?



© 2022 Alan S Jeeves


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Tragic Sylvia and she rests so close to where you reside Alan. The churchyard exposed to the elements of cold, rain and wind. This is a haunt of a read for a poet who resorted to suicide in her unhappiness. I think of her young children with such sadness. Maybe the voice though represents her husband Ted Hughes. I think she certainly would have haunted his years. A very sad and atmospheric write.

Chris

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Alan S Jeeves

2 Days Ago

Heptonstall is beautiful at this time of the year although bleak in winter. The Hughes family lived .. read more



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I have visited Heptonstall many times over the years, and I have visited Sylvia Plath's grave. Sylvia was a troubled soul, but she was a great poet! A nice tribute to her.

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Alan S Jeeves

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Thank you Robert, I am pleased to hear that you have visited Sylvia in her new home. The world has b.. read more
Tragic Sylvia and she rests so close to where you reside Alan. The churchyard exposed to the elements of cold, rain and wind. This is a haunt of a read for a poet who resorted to suicide in her unhappiness. I think of her young children with such sadness. Maybe the voice though represents her husband Ted Hughes. I think she certainly would have haunted his years. A very sad and atmospheric write.

Chris

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Alan S Jeeves

2 Days Ago

Heptonstall is beautiful at this time of the year although bleak in winter. The Hughes family lived .. read more
A sad case, that of Sylvia Plath. One wonders about the source of the voice. Possibly her spouse, the poet Ted Hughes. Maybe all those who appreciated her poetry. A haunting tribute, this.

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Alan S Jeeves

2 Days Ago

Yes John, sad indeed. One of your U.S. poets who loved the U.K. and especially Yorkshire which was T.. read more

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Added on June 23, 2022
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Alan S Jeeves
Alan S Jeeves

West Yorkshire, United Kingdom



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I live among the Pennine Hills near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, England. I was, though, born in Nelson, Lancashire., England. My days are spent writing, arranging and playing music - and also writing .. more..

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