Julia Vinograd Poem by Mark Heathcote

When a poet of the poets is gone
a slow grieving process takes place:
People are thrown together - in honour of an unfamiliar name,
a flame, it trembles into being a star on a new horizon.
Julia Vinograd is such a star, her light shall-shine-perpetually
her humanity, a beacon, shall cross continents near and far.
Julia Vinograd, Day in Berkeley will live on in permanence
to the discovery of each new generation, glad of her existence
sad that her voice no longer narrates the joys of their splendid days.