Deeply saddening. She'll be enormously missed.
Robin
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From: "Randolph Healy" <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, October 28, 2010 7:29 PM
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Candice Ward R.I.P.
> I write this with tears in my eyes.
>
> Candice's cousin has just emailed me to let me know that Candice died
> suddenly this week. I don't know the circumstances.
>
> Who can forget the verve she brought to her _Snaps_ on PoetryEtc? A
> wonderful person and writer.
>
> I append one of her many magnificent poems.
>
> Randolph
>
> *The Moon Sees the One*
>
> /I see the Moon//
> /And the Moon sees me/
> /And the Moon sees the one/
> /I long to see//
> (children's song)
>
> /You'll find your ignorance is blissful//
> /Every goddamn time//
> (Tom Waits,"Heart Attack & Vine")
>
>
> the moon sees to night at the end
> of its rope, beached to blot
> by remote the one way back
>
> a baker's blank so white, so late
> as the face on magritte's mother
> undercover still a looker (me
>
> with my aptitude for pathos-
> of-distance learning): listen,
> duckling, it goes for the throat
>
> thrush or strep, whistle-stopped
> as the little red train makes
> tracks, makes history of us
>
> putting a saint in it and pulling
> away, while overhead the night
> gowns for cover (her face)
>
> all wet but none the wiser than
> what is /is/ left of memory: your
> darrow songs, my debs rebellion
>
> for in your father's house
> of cheats are too many
> dimensions---and the moon
>
> looks on, indifferent to
> its own mystery, to
> the children gazing back
>
> from an orphan age
> already history
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