Thursday, November 25, 2010

Susan Alliston


Susan Alliston

“Yes, and then opposite
The mammoth many-storied monster
Still in a cage of scaffolding—
Men were flies on its side—
Was hideous and grey in growing pains”
—Susan Alliston, St. Martin's Lane, London

Something was in the air I thought—
Something like “murder most foul”
Something “to redress the balance of the old”

I couldn't say why I stopped in my haste—
And slunk back home where it wasn't cold—
I no longer drank with Hughes at the bar

Later after I finally died & was gone—
Ted, Daniel Weissbort and Olwyn Hughes
Were nosing around in my dingy flat

Why Olwyn the Estate Executor?
And Weissbort his Cambridge booze-buddy?
Six years later after Sylvia died?

There’s a rumor Trinidad mentions—
One of Hughes's girlfriends stole them—
Some of Plath's letters to his family

There they were in my death flat—
Hidden in plain sight for all to see
Like Sylvia Plath's missing journals
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"There is a rumor that one of Hughes's girlfriends, in the seventies, stole Plath's letters to his family; to this date, their location is unrevealed." David Trinidad, “Hidden in Plain Sight: On Sylvia Plath's Missing Journals,” Plath Profiles #3, 152-153 http://www.iun.edu/~plath/vol3_Supp/Trinidad.pdf


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