… met, by the way, a brilliant ex-Cambridge poet at the wild St. Botolph’s Review party last week; will probably never see him again… but wrote my best poem about him afterwards—the only man I’ve met yet here who’d be strong enough to be equal with—such is life.
At Lit Hub, Belinda McKeon pours over the journals of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes to bring us the story of the night they met—February 25th, 1956—at a party, more than a bit inebriated and somehow destined for one another.
