In Memoriam
Confirmed my fears for a month (after receiving no response to two e-mails) that my dear old teacher; guide who improved my writing of poetry and prose, and by so doing gave me the will to completely alter my plan for a book on Rafael Sabatini; friend whose praise of the chapters I showed him gave me the courage to self-publish - Dr Jaysinh Birje-Patil - went to his Maker on 18 January after a heart attack. Out of the first feeling of desolation came the memory of all he taught me, and so this:
[The quotation is from Rafael Sabatini's The Minion.]
Confirmed my fears for a month (after receiving no response to two e-mails) that my dear old teacher; guide who improved my writing of poetry and prose, and by so doing gave me the will to completely alter my plan for a book on Rafael Sabatini; friend whose praise of the chapters I showed him gave me the courage to self-publish - Dr Jaysinh Birje-Patil - went to his Maker on 18 January after a heart attack. Out of the first feeling of desolation came the memory of all he taught me, and so this:
[The quotation is from Rafael Sabatini's The Minion.]
VALE ATQUE AVE
J. B-P
Always too soon they go, with no farewell,
who caused flowers to break out upon a dried-up stem.
They walk in the realm of endless light;
Time buries all that time has brought.
Yea, but I shall walk with them,
The flowers in my hand.
©2015 by Ruth Heredia
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2 comments:
Without our teachers, we would be nothing.
Other good teachers I've had, but Birje was the best.
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