Today New Statesman published "Last Letter," a previously unseen Ted Hughes poem about the three days before Sylvia Plath's suicide. Drafts of the poem, which begins, "What happened that night? Your final night," were found in the British Library's archive.
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I once read that a person who writes incredibly illegibly is sending you the message that they don't want you to know them. They are inscrutable. Hughes must have been one of those people.