The Doomed Romance of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath
Hughes said nothing of his wife’s suicide for decades, until his own final years when he penned the words: ‘Everything in me loved her.’
Hughes said nothing of his wife’s suicide for decades, until his own final years when he penned the words: ‘Everything in me loved her.’
It is hard to convey to anyone in a position of power in the UK just how weak our police have made us look
The 53-year-old’s rise to power last month confused much of the world’s media. Certainly it threw a wrench in the works for glossy international groups like the WEF.
Philip Larkin’s poem about retired racehorses captures past glory without giving in to sentiment.
What is the point of being the world’s richest man if you are not allowed to tell people where to go?
“How can we restore public trust in institutions?” This is one of the biggest questions of our time. Something all would-be sages stroke their chins about.
A limerick about Stalin and Lenin, written by a former communist, wittily punctures their politics.
The British police seem to have long ago decided to police everything except for crime.
And if it doesn’t wind up being another Trump v Biden race, America will be in even more choppy waters
In a farewell piece, Claudine Gay said she was the victim of “demagogues” who had “weaponized” her presidency to “undermine the ideals animating Harvard since its founding.”
The former Harvard president failed to stand up against racism. The BBC and the Left are bizarrely treating her as the victim
Toward the end of his life, W.H. Auden wrote a grumpy poem that ends on the perfect note for ringing in 2024.