Dear Stephen,
I am very sad to hear of this.
And thank you that, at even this distance, that I gained a sense of her nature and spirit through you.
Sympathies,
Jill
On 26/09/2012, at 6:29 AM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
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> With inevitable sadness, yesterday afternoon my mother, Barbara
> Mioore Vincent died at the age of 96. During the past few years, among many of
> us here, she became known for her
> proclivity to dictate her own poems, often improvising freely off the work of modernist writers such as
> Joanne Kyger, Rexroth, Ginsberg, Levertov, Gertrude Stein and others whose works I would read
> to her.Much of her out put
> was published, most recently a group of poems in Eaogh’s issue on aging, edited
> by Susan Schultz. For most of her public life, she was a politician, City
> planner, and environmental activist in the San Francisco Bay Area, including being a founding member of Save the
> Bay. On the Richmond shoreline, the Barbara and Jay Vincent Park , now part of the Federal Park
> System, is a commemoration of the efforts of my parents to preserve the Bay
> from industrial destruction. A graduate and veteran of many of this country’s
> 20th century natural, human and economic upheavals, she had an
> incorrigible sense of honesty, bravery and sometimes humor in confronting the
> reality of the various hands into which she was dealt. As not long after my
> father dieed:
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> January will open the horrible threat.
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> February will break off a few of the wicked.
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> March the winds will blow and frighten everybody.
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> April will break my heart.
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> May will come whisking through.
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> June is hard to decipher.
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> July will never stop to say hello.
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> August is jolly and happy for people like me.
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> September is hard to take.
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> October is full of joy for very few.
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> November marks the worst that could ever come.
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> December for many it’s love and joy
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> But not for me.
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> Barabara Moore Vincent 1916 - 2012
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