Poet Barbara Guest (1920-2006) has died (on Wednesday, I believe). I don't have any more details than that (but there are more links over at wood s lot). When I do, I'll update this post - what we do have is a nice appreciation of Guest by Ron Silliman. (Guest's most recent book was the lovely Red Gaze [Wesleyan University Press].)
Pierre reproduces the verse, below, from Biography:
A single seeming blinded object
a sentence a voice
then the rushing. Sound rushing
away from its disability
there's a note selective.
Passage without a pen
through the hurricane
whorl shell Shade
Fictions dressed like water.