[Laura Heidy-Halberstein]

Originally Posted by Tim Murphy

I wrote a poem about Margaret. It isn't a patch on Alicia's.

It wasn't Alicia's poem, was it? I believe the poem she posted was written by Keats.

Or am I nuts?

[Stephen Collington]

Originally Posted by Laura Heidy-Halberstein

It wasn't Alicia's poem, was it? I believe the poem she posted was written by Keats.

Or am I nuts?

Well, Lo, you may well be nuts anyway . . . but yes, you're right, the poem is by Keats.

http://www.bartleby.com/126/28.html

Editing back to say: I think the impulse to commemorate--whether the tributes come from our own gardens or not--is lovely, and entirely appropriate. I'm glad to see the Keats here, and the other poems, Margaret's own and those written for her. And thank you to David A for the link to Mike Alexander's sonnet at SC.

[Petra Norr]

I've found a poem about a dog that Maz loved and lost. I remember having read it, but at a different site, probably at the Gaz. She says, in one of the posts under the poem, that she has another dog now. She loved animals; I'm sure I'm not the only one who had that impression of her. In the post below the poem, she says: "If animals don't go to heaven, I don't want to go there." I dearly hope she still had her dog when she died:
http://www.robgodfrey.com/burgundy/m...tml?1089772373

[Janice D. Soderling]

There are 399 posts in the back files here. Including this:

A Meditation of the Meaning of Existence.

I.
Y?


Regards, Maz

Quite possibly there are others that contain poems.

[Roger Slater]

The "I/Y"couplet has been done before, Janice. I seem to recall it's credited to a Siegel? Not sure, but I heard it decades ago. It seems like it could have been thought of independently by Maz, though.

Maryann, that sonnet to darkness is awesome. Utterly brilliant.

PS--

Yes, it is credited to Eli Siegel. See: http://www.aestheticrealism.net/poet...-Question.html . It is said to be the shortest poem in the English language, but I bet Ed Conti has a shorter one.

[Tim Murphy]

1952? I am shocked! I always figured Margeret was old enough to be my mother. And my misconception was entirely based on the wisdom in her writing. David, I was unable to log in at the site you linked, but I liked Mike Alexander's poem. I had to significantly revise my own:

i.m. Margeret Griffiths

A lady lived in Dorset, thrived in Poole.
She died last month but she would love this tale.
My dad and mom sought Thomas Hardy’s grave,
made pilgrimage. The statue on the green
was Thomas Hardy’s, mayor of the town.
“Wrong Hardy,” said my father with a sneer.

There are some stories never learned at school,
pastures where sheep can look at dogs and quail,
then turn their tails and give the grass a shave.
And there is Dorset, such a placid scene,
where a lone lady in her fitting gown
dies and her death makes all our deaths draw near.

[Jennifer Reeser]

How sad. My sympathies to those who will miss her.

[Marion Shore]

Tim, I thought she was older too. Maybe it's sour grapes on my part, assuming someone is older because they've had all that extra time and experience to become so versatile and accomplished, and if I were their age I'd be as good yada yada yada

Petra, there was another poem about her dog's death, for which Paul gave the link earlier:

http://www.shitcreekreview.com/issue1/throwaway.html

It's one of those poems I can only read once because I know everytime I go back to it I'll cry.

Does anyone remember or have access to a poem she wrote about mermaids and drowned sailors? I don't recall the name, but it made a hugh splash on DE, and was utterly enchanting, almost Poe-like, in the beauty of its images and music.

It says so much about her, doesn't it, that after all these years, we remember so many of her poems so vividly?

[Janice D. Soderling]

You know, I always considered her youngish, maybe forty, oolishly based on a really terrific being-in-love poem she posted with exhuberant language. I don't remember the details but wasn't there an egg/ovo. I want there to be tent poles and nipples as well, but I may be confusing this with another poem. Some of the guys didn't appreciate it as much as some of the gals. But it knocked my socks off.

Anyone remember? Anyone got it?

[Martin Rocek]

Apparently, according to her friend and sometime co-editor Christina Fletcher,
Maz was a little older--born in 1947; still, 62 is quite young these days. So the
webpage that I found which listed the birth of "ukgrasshopper" as 1952 must
have referred to someone else.

I wonder if anyone has a copy of her poem "Constanza Carved"? I remember
it being workshopped at the Gazebo, and it was very powerful.

Also, has anyone found a working link to "Studying Savonarola"?

Thanks,

Martin