rachel wetzsteon

Rachel Wetzsteon:

Urban Gallery

'When the wind invades the treetops

and the trees agree, shivering

take me, take me, when their

stealthy perfume drifts down to waft

among mortals…'

I have just discovered her and am sad to find her already gone.
In Adam Kirsch's essay he describes her as the 'not quite' poet of her generation. She died aged only 42 on Christmas eve 2009.