I just learned that the great Martinique poet of Négritude, Aimé Césaire, has died at 94. I first read his masterpiece, Cahier d'un retour au pays natal, in high school, as well as his brilliant adaptation of Shakespeare's The Tempest, Une Tempête, and I still remember a great deal of both pieces. I've since read Cahier several times, but it's been too long. Unfortunately, my copies of his books are in my Halifax attic. A great, long life. He'll be missed, no doubt, but as long as his work survives his enormous political and literary presence will be felt.