My dear dear friend Elise Partridge passed away yesterday evening. She was a marvellous poet and an even more so person. Warm loving acute witty skeptical wry and humane. I am sort of reeling with it (though her death was known to be coming for a while) and don’t have much more to offer than that right now. Here though the first lines of the first poem (“Everglades”) of her first book (Chameleon Hours) —
Nothing fled when we walked up to it,
nor did we flinch
Not a bad note on which to open a life’s work. No fear and no frightening. God I’m going to miss her.
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This is very sad news. I’m so sorry.
Thanks Theresa. It very much is.
This makes me want to read her work even more (I did already). I’m so sorry, my friend. Thinking of you.
Thank you my dear. I will post more of hers soon. I wish you could have met her. But, and, you shall in words.