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Nicely written and pertinent your post. Lost scents. The flowering having come and gone, perhaps. I love her work. That motley group of beats left their marks. The dangers of anthologies. Dim lighting has come from the limelight. Who would've thought it? An obscurity one would not assume would befall her. And how does a poem/poet survive? What indiscretion was there? Ernest Slyman HomePage www.geocities.com/soho/7514 email: [log in to unmask] "All around the hours run swift their foolish errands." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%