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E.A. Markham Has Died

Sad news. E.A. Markham, the poet, has died in Paris.

I will update this post with his obituary notice, when it appears.

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Diana said…
Archie and I were friends for almost 40 years. For many of those years we had a shared life, after that period ended, our friendship continued. News of his death has stunned and saddened me, as I'm sure it has so many others. No doubt there will be a memorial for him in Britain. If anyone knows of a memorial being planned for him here in the U.S. please let me know - I'd like to be of help, if I can. My sympathy to those others who are also mourning his passing.
Anonymous said…
I too, was surprised and saddened by the news that Archie had passed away. I spent some very good times with him during the 60's and 70's in Edgware (London) and Cabris (South of France). He would wax lyrical on many subjects not least of all his passion for Cricket and they were great days for West Indies Cricket!
I hope Diana has success in finding a US memorial for Archie.

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