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Ted Hughes was born on 17 August 1930 in Mytholmroyd, a small mill town in West Yorkshire. His father made portable wooden buildings. The family moved to Mexborough, a coal-mining town in South Yorkshire, when Hughes was seven. His parents took over a newsagent and tobacconist shop, and eventually he went to the local grammar school.In 1948 Hughes won an Open Exhibition to Pembroke College, Cambridge. Before going there, he served two years National Service in the Royal Air Force. Between leaving Cambridge and becoming a teacher, he worked at various jobs, finally as a script-reader for Rank at their Pinewood Studios.In 1956 Hughes married the American poet Sylvia Plath, who died in 1963, and they had two children. He remarried in 1970. He was awarded the OBE in 1977, created Poet Laureate in December 1984 and appointed to the Order of Merit in 1998. He died in October 1998.Ted Hughes's first book, The Hawk in the Rain, was published by Fabe
Reading Hughes is like visiting a zoo envisioned by Hieronymus Bosch: we're caught between fright and fascination. But for all its terror and strangeness, the menagerie is a real one, its livid grandeur less a product of the imagination than of primal forces of survival--``Sculpted, as are all God's creatures, by hunger.'' Who but Hughes would describe a horse as ``a top-heavy, twangling half ton/ On the stilts of an insect,'' or characterize the human soul as ``A strange thing, with rickets--a hyena''? A retelling of the story of Adam, ``Take What You Want But Pay for It,'' nearly wrenches itself from the page. In his 60th year, England's poet laureate refuses to mellow, dissecting fear and malevolence with an ever sharper blade. His new collection will no doubt cause more than one aspiring poet to cast their pens down in frustration and despair.-- Fred Muratori, Cornell Univ. Lib.
"The poetry of Ted Hughes has brought us, in the most exact sense, closer to nature, its complete workings, than any English poet we can think of, including Clare and Hardy. Not because it is brutal, but because it is brutal and bright; otherwise all we would have would be morose accuracy, the diray of a depressed naturalist. ["Wolfwatching"] is a poetry of exultation."--Derek Walcott, " The Weekend Telegraph"""Wolfwatching" represents Ted Hughes at his informal best."--The Times (London)"For Hughes the English language is not so much a tool as an arsenal. . . . Time and again in Wolfwatching it is moving to watch him use verbal weapons, his clashing and meshing sound clusters, to plead for a collective clemency toward animals, a grown child's forgiveness for unhappy parents, a soldier's forgetfulness of battle."--Mary Jo Salter, " The New Republic"