Thirty years after Sylvia Plath's suicide, Hughes finally broke his silence with these poems addressed to her. The marriage, the breakdown, the death: Hughes tells his version, knowing it will be contested. The poems are narrative, accessible, anguished. He published them just before his own death from cancer, as if he could not die without speaking. Whether they are self-justification or genuine grief, whether they illuminate or obscure, they are powerful poems by a powerful poet about the central trauma of his life. The letters were never sent. They arrived anyway.