Our esteemed fellow poet and well loved friend Herb Davison passed away on Sunday, February 22, 2009. We wish to extend our deepest condolences to Herb's family and friends. Herb was a very active member of the PoemAlley at Curley's community and will be deeply missed.

Remembrance Held at Curley's February 24th
Ralph Nazareth wrote "All of you who were there at Curley’s last night and felt the depth of our loss and mourning could not have failed to experience, at the same time, the genuine life that surges in our poetic community. I, for one, am most grateful for this last."

Victim of Stamford parking lot assault remembered in verse

Donations
In lieu of gifts and flowers, Herb's family has asked that friends and supporters--in keeping with Herb’s fond wish to encourage poetry at the public library--send donations to:
The Ferguson Library
One Public Library Plaza
Stamford, CT 06904
Attention: Pam Parlakian

Memorial Service Planned
A memorial for Herb will be held on March 15th at the Friend’s Meeting House on Roxbury Road (corner of Westover Rd.)

News articles about the tragic circumstances of Herb's passing
Chiropractor arrested in deadly assault on 79-year-old Stamford man
Chiropractor pleads not guilty in killing of 79-year-old Stamford man

Eleni Anastos Begetis's poem in tribute to Herb
At the end of your voyage, of your Stygian ride
Heed not the ebb tides with the death of the light -
dark rises shadows in the pond of the dead -
Of people like us, loved ones whom you left behind,
Lest you torture yourself those long days and restless nights.
But in the full moon, when the earth swims in static,
On those Tuesday nights when our club is alive,
Climb to the granite hills and look up to the sky.
In every star is the face of a poet,
In each breath of the wind is a poem.
Within our hearts there is sorrow,
Within our minds there is a word of wonder.
Even when you don't hear our electric comments to celebrate the spirits as we orbit,
The simple in life, our passion for poetry - to which you gave your life,
I know you are sure we speak of you as though you never left us,
Because your 'soul knows things,' like mine.