Perhaps (I hope) LOC will add some energy toward a future Darrell Gray Collected (or at least a selected, or reprints of a book or two). I know lots of poets who would appreciate his work--who,sadly, have never or barely read him.
Until then I think I'm going to (without permission) retype some of my favorites, at random:
A Tone Diverts The Summer
The lights are at risk in the unconscious effort
One thinks of their movement
As mutable tables are covered with tiny wings
In rooms reproduced on the hillside
A girl with the gaze of an angel
Today might not be invisible
When the lightning unfastens its silvery bone
And the moment becomes a system of docks and tears
The tables support an effort of mutable risks
The lights flow over the flesh
The wings reproduce a silence over the docks
As a bedroom appears in the morning
The Light Is Not Wrong
The night is not wrong
to have covered so simply
the one downcurving branch
so late in the evening
There comes the time
moving its house
the yard and the cat
that can't come back.
The dark was big. The car
And what they thought
they thought they knew--
the yard, the house,
the car, the cat.
Goodbye, goodbye. It
seemed so real.
These are from Something Swims Out, published by Blue Wind Press, with collages by
Tim Hildebrand and George Mattingly (the publisher). Beautiful book--hard to find.