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RE: -I will say no more than, this is a very sad day for OP, and the world of poetry... Purity of the soul, journey well!!! with grace and humility your friend always ANGEL |
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.