I didn’t know Rachel Wetzsteon, but I read her obituary in yesterday’s New York Times and wondered some. “Rachel Wetzsteon, a prominent poet whose work was known for its mordant wit, formal elegance and cleareyed examination of the solitary yet defiant lives of single women, was found dead on Monday at her home in Manhattan. She was 42. Ms. Wetzsteon, who died apparently late on Dec. 24 or early on the 25th, committed suicide, said her mother, Sonja Wetzsteon. She had been severely depressed in recent months, partly over the breakup of a three-year romance, her mother said.” The poem in her obit is good, but most moving for me now is “Love and Work” from The New Yorker.
“When I think of you I find the nearest lamp and turn it on.”
If you don’t have a registration, the poem is here as well.