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Deeply saddening. She'll be enormously missed. Robin -------------------------------------------------- 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