Roy: “Looks like it’s starting to rain”Riza: “But..It’s not raining…”Roy: “Yes it is. This is the rain.

But artists didn’t need to achieve “firsts”, and Hughes wanted to be an artist.

The first sorrow of autumn is the slow good-bye of the garden that stands so long in the evening—a brown poppy head, the stalk of a lily, and still cannot go.The second sorrow is the...