This morning, along with other distressing news, I hear that Árni Ibsen, a steady light on the PoetryEtc list, collapsed with a brain hemorrhage on Tuesday.
It is a cold, grey morning.
And it is filled with waxwings.
a poet’s notebook
Life
2 responses to “Life”
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Wow, I’m so sorry. He sounded like a prolific, talented writer. He is not related by any chance to THAT Ibsen, is he? What a loss to the literary world. There are never enough playwrites or poets, in my opinion. Going in an untimely manner like this makes the loss even more tragic.
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Light a candle for him; he’s not done yet. In a coma, but still here, somewhere, we’re told . . .
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