I again risk being importunate, but one more post -- and I’ll go underground.
Because what Jim and Terese and Mario and Will and Ann and Quincy and Janice all said is so true;
and because this little snippet from The Guardian’s obit shows a bit of what a great heart, and a great poet, she was:
In her Nobel speech, she spoke of the extraordinary nature of life, of how she would love to tell Ecclesiastes that "'There's nothing new under the sun': that's what you wrote, Ecclesiastes. But you yourself were born new under the sun", and of how, "in the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyone's existence in this world."
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