Poetic Obituaries: It's a year since

she became a poet somewhere else. There were eulogies and memorials, many-voiced assessments and dissections. Are these voices audible? She's a poet elsewhere.

Her life has been written, talked and gossiped about, there's nothing left to be said. She was so much in the picture that even when she left it, people thought what remained was she. It was a complicated life. Young poets prayed they could live, write and be noticed like her, but when they saw the price she paid, the price of pain, they backed away into their known shadows of comfort, knowing that sunshine burns.

from Deccan Herald: Rise and fall of Kamala Das

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