It was not easy. Sylvia still craved what she called in her journal “older seasoned beings” who could advise her in a loving way. Her grandmother, dying of cancer, made Plath feel especially vulnerable and worried that her overtaxed mother, who suffered repeatedly from gastric ailments, would be so weakened that she, too, might die. Cut off from the “ritual of family love,” Sylvia blamed Sassoon for the “hell” that seemed to overtake her suddenly, and seemingly without warning. She wrote a long letter to Warren reaffirming her love for him and more letters to her mother that counted on a visit from Aurelia soon.

Hughes’s biographer believes that he had already decided to make Sylvia Plath a part of his life. He now dropped his plans to join his brother, Gerald, in Australia. In late April, the couple set off on long walks. He learned of her suicide attempt and quickly perceived, as he later wrote to his sister, Olwyn, that Sylvia’s sometimes gushing and brash Americanism resulted from her eagerness to make a good impression. Indeed, in a journal fragment written on 1 April, she had exhorted herself to “be more subdued” and quiet. “Don’t blab too much.” In other words, “listen more.” In sum, “be nice but not too enthusiastic.”

Hughes’s friends were baffled by his interest in Plath. They disliked her polished and engineered poetry, which was nothing like his vivid and vehement verse, and they deplored her forwardness. In Crow Steered/Bergs Appeared, Lucas Myers mentions telling Hughes that Varsity, a Cambridge magazine, had commissioned Sylvia to write about Paris, owing to the entertainment value of her florid style. Hughes appeared hurt and clearly wanted to spare Sylvia ridicule. Such comments made Ted want to take hold of Sylvia and protect her. Just as important, though, he valued her supportive and perceptive reading of his poetry. He was an amateur compared to her, especially with regard to the tectonics of the publishing world, but Sylvia had as much to learn from Hughes, whom she regarded then as the superior poet.

Ted quit his shit-shoveling job and hurried to Cambridge to be near Sylvia in order to imbibe exactly what his friends drew back from: all that American vibrancy. As he put it in a Paris Review interview, “She was not only herself, she was America and American literature in person.” Sylvia’s version of these first days with Ted is told mainly in letters to her mother and brother. She presented Hughes as one of the wonders of the world. She held back nothing from him, and their partnership resulted in some of her most forceful writing. That announcement alone, sent to Aurelia on 19 April, suggests how swiftly Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes had aligned their stars to form a constellation out of reach of his friends or hers. Of course, she made Hughes huge, just as he created her.

If Hughes associated Sylvia with his discovery of a new world, she associated him with her sudden discovery of “all nature,” as she put it in a 21 April letter to Aurelia. Sylvia enclosed “Ode To Ted,” a portrait of man in nature, out crunching oat sprouts as he walks in woodland, naming creatures and splitting open the earth to reveal the habitats of moles and worms, even as birds seem to chorus his arrival. He moves through fen and farmland among grazing cows and onto a bed of ground where, “I lay for my love’s pleasing.” The poem refers to “this adam’s woman,” and an unembarrassed Sylvia invited Aurelia to visit the shining Eden her daughter had made for herself with Ted.

Eden included a thoroughly domesticated life. Ted taught Sylvia how to cook on the gas ring in her fireplace, bringing her shrimp that he helped her peel. When she received the terrible news of her grandmother’s death, she and Ted “consecrated” their May Day to her memory. He seemed, in all things, at her disposal. He spent all afternoon on a couch reading her copy of The Catcher in the Rye, while she wrote up her thrilling meeting with Nicolai Bulganin, the Russian premier, at a reception that Varsity reporters attended (The New Yorker rejected her report, and then the Smith Alumnae Quarterly published it in the fall of 1956). The couple planned to spend a summer in Spain, during which she would begin her novel about Cambridge while writing short stories for The New Yorker and Mademoiselle. On 4 May, Sylvia mentioned marriage to Ted for the first time in a letter to her mother. By 9 May, Sylvia was proposing a trip home the following year to give Ted his coming-out party, a barbecue in Wellesley. Sylvia believed that her stay in McLean Hospital had prepared her for this new life. All she had suffered was building toward this denouement with Ted. He was her reward for waiting. She wrote her mother in tones that suggested she had settled down for good. She was at peace. He had become her life’s work. She predicted greatness for both of them.

On 22 May, Ted wrote Olwyn that both his life and work were “peaking” in the company of a “first-rate American poetess” he wanted his sister to meet. This American believed that his work was as good as he thought it was. She knew the top American journals and was busily sending his work to them. But he did not mention just how close they had become or that they were planning to marry.

Sylvia’s sessions with Professor Krook had been so brilliant, Sylvia told Aurelia, that Krook was revising her student’s lecture notes on Plato. Sylvia described their sessions as fierce and thoroughly enjoyable arguments, suggesting she was putting nearly as much energy into her time with Krook as she was into her relationship with Ted. Wendy Campbell, a friend of Krook, sat in on Plath’s sessions with Krook and saw Sylvia at her best: brilliant and charming, “so alive and warm and interested.” Campbell’s memoir leaves an indelible impression of Plath, one that no photograph has ever quite captured: “She seemed to be entirely collected and concentrated and in focus … Tall and slender and delicate wristed, she had pale honey hair, fine, thick, and long, and beautiful dark brown eyes. And her skin was pale gold and waxy, the same even colour.” Campbell observed that Sylvia and Ted “seemed to have found solid ground in each other.” She found their company heartening. She felt “understood and received,” which meant a good deal, since she found the conventional expressions of sympathy after her husband’s death nearly unbearable. But Sylvia and Ted had a “spontaneous empathy with my state of mind which was very liberating to me.”

In a visit to Cambridge, Mary Ellen Chase, one of Sylvia’s mentors, strongly hinted that there might be a position open at Smith. Plath began considering the possibility of a teaching post, although she would not accept it without a husband to accompany her. She did not want to be another one of those spinster professors with no real role in the social life of the campus and community. It may have been Chase’s visit that galvanized Plath into moving up the marriage date, even though a letter from Olive Higgins Prouty advised Sylvia to slow down.

In early June, Sylvia’s patron wrote a sobering letter, treating Sylvia’s over-the-moon description of Ted as a sign of infatuation with a new love. Ted sounded too much like Sylvia’s poet-hero, Dylan Thomas, Prouty pointed out. She was not merely skeptical, as Sylvia suspected she would be. Prouty was downright dismissive of Ted as a potential husband and father. She predicted he would be unfaithful. Would Sylvia be able to tolerate his love affairs, as Thomas’s wife had tolerated her husband’s? Sylvia’s obsession with Thomas had been upsetting to the levelheaded Gordon Lameyer, who was distrustful of the poet’s flamboyance and Sylvia’s defense of him. Now Prouty detected a similar recklessness in Sylvia, which the older woman attempted to restrain. After all, Prouty was exactly what Sylvia supposed she wanted: an older advisor to steer her past the pitfalls. Prouty astutely fastened on the distressing words Plath used to praise Ted. “You don’t really believe, do you, that the characteristics which you describe as ‘bashing people around,’ unkindness and I think you said cruelty, can be permanently changed in a man of 26?” Wasn’t Sylvia just going through another round in her perpetual building up of the men she loved? This was a warning that Sylvia chose to ignore as she wrote letters to her mother designed to cast Ted as the kind of overpowering man Aurelia herself had submitted to. The letters Sylvia wrote to her mother in May seem like briefs for Ted, overwhelming accumulations of superlatives that would make it virtually impossible for Aurelia to do anything other than support her daughter’s choice.