I just discovered that Philip D. Appleman (1926 – 2020) died last year. He was an American poet and Professor Emeritus at Indiana University. I first became acquainted with him in graduate school when I read his edited collection, Darwin (Norton Critical Editions), a classic in the field. He was survived by Majorie, his wife of almost 67 years, but she died earlier this year.
I have written previously about his poetry and his work on the meaning of life. I also summarized his book on Darwin and the meaning of life here, here, and here. And I reprinted his poem about his mother’s death here. (It is so intelligent and passionate.) And below is an especially moving tribute to him.
Finally, here he is on
I’ll have a bit more about Appleman in my next post.