A gentle American poet, under-regarded except by some other poets (Anne Waldman and Lyn Hejinian published blurbs for David's newist book, Woke Up This Morning, a selected poems 1962-2014), died just yesterday.
His wife, Gloria Avner, posted for him on Facebook.
A mate from Buffalo days, here is his poem "Blessing" from that fine book of his.
waters run gold with black silt
volcanic
yellow moon yellow moon
no matter the road
And from that same book:
Yer Blues
words
bound of dread
birth
not right
world
I did not do
not know
Horse Ankles
horse ankles
deer thighs
they say I have my mother's
eyes
The Sway of "A"
a life
alive all
R.I.P., man....
