Today we wandered the lovely streets of Primrose Hill, a charming little neighborhood tucked away between Chalk Farm and the upper reaches of Regent's Park. Several wordsmiths of note once resided here: Irish poet William Butler Yeats, and doomed literary couple Sylvia Plath (American poet and author of The Bell Jar) & Ted Hughes (Poet Laureate of the UK from 1984 to 1998).
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W. B. Yeats
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Yeats House. He was homeschooled here as a boy. |
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Blue Plaque on the Hughes/Plath residence. In 1961 Sylvia relocated to the W. B. Yeats house around the block (first photo) where she tragically took her own life in 1963. |
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The Hughes/Plath residence (until 1961) |
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Chalcot Square |
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Fresh veggies! |
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City view from the apex of the hill. |
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Primrose Hill florist |
In the circus tent of a hurricane
designed by a drunken god
my extravagant heart blows up again
in a rampage of champagne-colored rain
and the fragments whir like a weather vane
while the angels all applaud.
-Sylvia Plath (from Circus in Three Rings)