More Heartbreak

The poet Deborah Digges has died, an apparent suicide. I met her once at a conference and have admired her work. She was just my age -- a year older -- and I remember envying her when she won the Tufts Award. She was successful and loved animals, though I heard that her husband had recently died of cancer. She had previously been married to the poet Stanley Plumly. Is it unseemly to wonder whether perhaps she had come to a point where she had nothing left to prove with her art and at the same time was overcome by loneliness? It's dangerous, I suppose, to impute motives to the dead, but this just seems so untoward. Just goes to show that success doesn't insure happiness and that suicide has its own awful logic. [More from the NY Times here.]

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.