This is one of the Birthday Letters poems, which Ted Hughes wrote about Sylvia Plath through the decades and only published a little more than a year before his own death. Leaving the biographical background completely aside, this is also my favourite poem about daffodils (of which the English language offers several), or April in England (pace,
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*adds to memories*
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