Deborah Digges (See more here) was a beloved Professor at Tufts, and elsewhere. She married Franklin Loew, the former dead of the Tufts Veterinary School.
This on the Poetry Foundation tribute: "According to Tufts president, Lawrence Bacow, Digges’s death was not only “a great loss for American poetry, but it is an especially painful loss for the Tufts community where we knew her not only as one of the outstanding creative visionaries in American poetry, but also as an inspiring teacher, a generous mentor, and a cherished friend."
This from the NYT Obituary:
In 2000 Ms. Digges married Franklin Loew. Dr. Loew, a former dean of the veterinary schools at Tufts and Cornell Universities, who was later president of Becker College in Worcester, Mass. He met Ms. Digges when he wrote to her after reading a newspaper review of “Fugitive Spring.”
Dr. Loew died of cancer in 2003. “Trapeze,” Ms. Digges’s most recent volume of poems and widely considered her masterwork, pulsates with anguish in the wake of his illness and death. One poem from the collection, “Seersucker Suit,” here in full, shows starkly the vacuum his death left behind:
To the curator of the museum, to the exhibition of fathers,
to the next room from this closet of trousers
and trousers, full sail the walnut hangers of shirts,
O the great ghost ships of his shoes.
Through the racks and the riggings,
belt buckles ringing and coins in coat pockets
and moths that fly up from the black woolen remnants,
his smell like a kiss blown through hallways of cedar,
the shape of him locked in his burial clothes,
his voice tucked deep in his name,
his keys and the bells to his heart,
I am passing his light blue seersucker suit
with one grass-stained knee,
and a white shirt, clean boxers, clean socks, a handkerchief.