I don’t know what I was to her. Apart from the more monumental classics—Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, and so on—my background reading was utterly different from hers. But our minds soon became two parts of one operation. We dreamed a lot of shared or complementary dreams. Our telepathy was intrusive. Poet Ted Hughes On His Wife Poet Sylvia Plath, From An Interview With The Paris Review, Spring 1995 Tuesday Sep 4 @ 11:25am 5 notes
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