|Nicholas Hughes, son of poets Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes, on the occasion of his father's 1998 funeral.|
In a poem written in 1962, "Nick and the Candlestick", his mother wrote:
You wake to is not yours.
In "Life after Death" -- a poem addressed to the mother of his children -- Ted Hughes wrote:
Your son's eyes ...
So perfectly your eyes,
Became wet jewels,
The hardest substance of the purest pain
As I fed him in his high white chair.
Two years ago today, at his home near Fairbanks, Alaska, Nicholas Hughes opted out.
May all departed souls, both the faithful and the unfaithful, rest in peace.