Life
When she was ten years old, her first published poem appeared in The Vancouver Sun.
It wasn't until 1968 that she published her first collection, This Difficult Flowering, with Very Stone House, a small Canadian poetry press. In 1972, "The Age of the Bird", a long poem inspired by revolutionary politics in South America, was published as a broadside by Blackfish Press. Its companion poem, "Regard to Neruda", was written for Pablo Neruda, one of Lowther's political and literary inspirations.
She was co-chair of the League of Canadian Poets, and the BC Arts Council. She taught at the University of British Columbia.
Milk Stone, published in 1974 by Borealis Press, became Lowther's breakthrough into Canadian mainstream literature. A Stone Diary was submitted to Oxford University Press in 1975. In late September of that year, Lowther disappeared. Three weeks later, her body was found in a creek near Squamish, British Columbia. Her second husband Roy Lowther, whom she had married in 1963, was convicted of the murder in June 1977. He died in Matsqui prison, Abbotsford, British Columbia, on July 14, 1985.
Her daughters are the poet Christine Lowther, Beth Lowther, and Kathy Lyons. Her son is Alan Domphousse.
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