Vaya con dios, amigo. I will miss your gravelly voice and your luminous spirit! EVENING IN THE EMPTY MOUNTAINS And when it arrives, the forest retreating into its old shadows, the river mirroring the fragile sky so both shimmer a faint silver, I realize I’ve waited all day for this moment, a change that never changes. Everything I know is dark. Everything I don’t know lights up within itself.
Adios, Bob (Robert Wendell) King
We lost one of the Colorado’s finest poets this past Friday. Bob King passed away after a long struggle with cancer. I can’t say enough about Bob’s fine writing, his generosity and humanity, his feeling for the sacred in nature, and his fundamental honesty. Here’s an example, from his most recent collection, In the Empty Mountains (scroll down to order) from Danny Rosen‘s extraordinary Lithic Press: