I like Hughes' work, although I'm not familiar with all of it.
I'm not sure what the wider arguments are, and I don't know much about Hughes, but I'd expect that his work is of its age, and navigating pathways between cultural ideas of one (particularly when relatively close and the ideas are not malleable) age to another will always be challenging/complex - which is not to be said that they should not be attempted (codicil - unless they're racist or holocaust denying or something equally extremely awful, which I haven't heard about Hughes)
But anyway, anyway, for me any mention of Hughes has a kneejerk response of remembering Baskin's illustrations to Crow, and at last I've found a link to share -
https://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O...age=2021MY3083
What the image online doesn't tell you is that these are (in my experience) HUGE pictures - A2 at least, all ink-drawn and terrible in their beauty.
I think of Hughes, perhaps, as a nature poet, a post-war nature poet, where everything is entrails and death, with occasional glimpses of raw wonder. I suspect that might be a reading open to be challenged, though.
Sarah-Jane