Tim,
You cannot die here. Resurgam is required of your kind. Though the saints among us (just like us) are dust, they must come marching in-- again, and again, and again.
Stephen

We disagreed on almost everything except poetry (where we disagreed only some of the time) but Tim - and Alan, before his death - were wonderful friends, and I will miss Tim's joy and talent and support greatly.

In so far as we have to look forward
To death as a fact, no doubt we are right: But if
Sins can be forgiven, if bodies rise from the dead,
These modifications of matter into
Innocent athletes and gesticulating fountains,
Made solely for pleasure, make a further point:
The blessed will not care what angle they are regarded from,
Having nothing to hide. Dear, I know nothing of
Either, but when I try to imagine a faultless love
Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur
Of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape.


WH Auden

Bless you on your way, Tim. I like to think you're in the Happy Hunting Ground with Feeny now.

Requiem aeternam, our Lariat.

I am very sorry to hear this news. My condolences to family and friends. His legacy will live on.

John

If anyone has a favorite poem by Tim, perhaps they might post it here or on another thread. Here is one that I put on my Facebook page.

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT

Each will and codicil
made heretofore by me
I cancel. Let this be
at law my binding will.

Assets of every kind
with which I die possessed
pass to my trust and vest
as I long since designed.

Bankers whose funds I drew
in hardship I enjoin:
leave me the single coin
my Ferryman is due.

My brother James, I name
executor, trustee.
From every obligee
I hold him free from blame.

My mother I bid goodbye.
I leave her in good hands.
My younger brother stands
straighter by far than I.

Alan, across the river
the poets abide their glade
where I’ll embrace the shade
of my foremost forgiver.

Made and declared by free
intent my written word
and signed by me this 3rd
of March, 2003.

Hail and farewell, Tim! I will always be grateful for the early encouragement you gave me about my Catullus translations. You were a vibrant presence on the Sphere for a long time and will be missed.

Susan

I think he had the hardest of deaths, but he bore it bravely.

I didn't know Tim. But the last few weeks, reading these threads, have really moved me. The Sphere seems like a family of a kind, and like all families it squabbles and can be dysfunctional, but it's a family nonetheless. It seems that today it lost one of its fathers.

Bless you Tim. Rest now.