Red Light! Green Light!: Reginald Shepherd

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Reginald Shepherd

I'm truly saddened both by his prolonged suffering and truncated life. Reginald truly inspired me towards a melding of criticism and poetry. His perspective and spirit will be missed in the poetry community.

How We Hope You Feel Ariving Here

Every time I had met her during the fifteen years of our — well, I fail to find the precise term for our kind of relationship — she had not seemed to recognize me at once; and this time too she remained quite still for a moment, on the opposite sidewalk, half turning towards me in sympathetic incertitude mixed with curiosity, only her yellow scarf already on the move like those dogs that recognize you before their owners do — and then she uttered a cry, her hands up, all her ten fingers dancing, and in the middle of the street, with merely the frank impulsiveness of an old friendship (just as she would rapidly make the sign of the cross over me every time we parted), she kissed me thrice with more mouth than meaning, and then walked beside me, hanging on to me, adjusting her stride to mine, hampered by her narrow brown skirt perfunctorily slit down the side. - Nabokov, Spring in Fialta

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Reginald Shepherd

Things You May Like. You Always May.

How We Hope You Feel Ariving Here

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