Primrose Hill

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

Yeats House.  He was homeschooled here as a boy.

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.

The Hughes/Plath residence (until 1961)

Chalcot Square

Fresh veggies!

City view from the apex of the hill.

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)