ΣΑΝ ΣΗΜΕΡΑ ΣΤΗ ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑ

ΣΑΝ ΣΗΜΕΡΑ ΣΤΗ ΛΟΓΟΤΕΧΝΙΑ

Σαν σήμερα , 26 Φεβρουαρίου του 1956, η 24χρονη ποιήτρια Σύλβια Πλαθ περιγράφει στο ημερολόγιό της την πρώτη συνάντησή της με το μοιραίο έρωτα της ζωής της , τον ποιητή Τεντ Χιουτζ .

Το πρωινό που άρχισε να διηγείται το γεγονός ήταν "gray, most sober, with cold white puritanical eyes", ενώ το προηγούμενο βράδυ άρχισε σε ένα μπαρ , όπου , όπως γράφει , "I drank steadily the goblets" , και άντεξε "some ugly gat-toothed squat grinning guy named Meeson trying to be devastatingly clever."
Το πάρτι --" oh, it was very bohemian, with boys in turtleneck sweaters and girls being blue-eye-lidded or elegant in black" -- ήταν μία από τα ίδια, αλλά "the jazz was beginning to get under my skin, and I started dancing with Luke and knew I was very bad, having crossed the river and banged into the trees....".
Και τότε συνέβη το χειρότερο:
"Then the worst thing happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me, came over and was looking hard in my eyes and it was Ted Hughes. . . . And then it came to the fact that I was all there, wasn't I, and I stamped and screamed yes . . . and I was stamping and he was stamping on the floor, and then he kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hair band off, my lovely red hairband scarf which had weathered the sun and much love, and whose like I shall never again find, and my favorite silver earrings: hah, I shall keep, he barked. And when he kissed my neck I bit him long and hard on the cheek, and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face".

Ένας μεγάλος έρωτας άρχιζε, που θα κατέληγε όμως , μετά από εφτά χρόνια , στην τραγωδία: την αυτοκτονία της υπερευαίσθητης ποιήτριας (11/2/1963).