Comment on Write On…. by Touch2Touch

Definitely 1912, he was 32 when he died of leukemia.
I think you’ll find this book particularly interesting if you investigate; the relevant section is an appreciation of him by Edith Sitwell, whose protegé he was. (I was enchanted by some of her poetry, like Facade, when I was very young.) She has a lot to say about him, especially about a poem he wrote called “Emily Dickinson.” The poem, and Sitwell’s commentary, you may find repulsive, but perhaps repulsively fascinating.
It is a dark quote. I have no idea where I came across it, long ago, but found it haunting then and still do.