“Dean is a combination of thought and torment that has made him write more than a baker’s dozen of fine poems.. he might produce a collection that could astound us all.” – Irving Layton, Toronto newspaper
I think of you often, Irving
some Saturday mornings, like those
when you called offering help and cheer:
while your coffee grew cold over the welcome
Now, reflecting on another poem,
you stare out the bay window
of your former Toronto home, that became
haunted with the apparition of happiness
Mute, with prayerful song, evidence
of all we spoke and wrote those times;
letters, calls, newspaper articles shown:
your wild peculiar joy always and forever known
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For a friend of mine who passed away 7 years ago; who’d call every week or twice a week at times even when we were meeting often, and whom called my mother, though they hadn’t met, when she was in the hospital to check on her.
Also got along well with my father when we had tea at my father’s house.
A friend of and teacher to Leonard Cohen, whom Leonard has called “Canada’s greatest poet,” and to whom Leonard Cohen dedicated his latest book, The Book Of Longing to Irving.
Nominated for the Nobel Prize twice for his poetry.
Leonard Cohen dedicated his latest book, The Book Of Longing to Irving