How like a nest my bed has now become
My favourite books sleep on the duvet edge
I see their titles in the morning sun
And see more falling off the window ledge
I read Ted Hughes’s letters as I doze
I like the Guardian letters and reviews
And glancing at the style page at the clothes
Seems to make my mind run soft and smooth
Thinking of Ted Hughes,my thoughts are these
How one choice can rule an entire life
Was marriage made to quickly or to please,
For who was Sylvia but his fragile wife?
Poetry may be good or bad or naught
I will sleep and not by words be taught
How my heart sings 