Hardly anyone except his fellow poets noted the fact or felt the loss when Ridgely Torrence died at 76 on Christmas Day, 1950. All the poems he ever published would fit in one small book. But he was admired as a poet, and loved as a friend, by Edwin Arlington Robinson, Robert Frost, Padraic Colum, William Vaughn Moody. A tall, thin, diffident man with a gaunt face and staring eyes, Ridgely Torrence wrote his rare verse with passion and unceasing care; his poems, polished by humble sincerity as well as art, are understandable by...
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