Biography of David Ray
David Ray is an American poet and author of fiction, essays, and memoir.
Ray is the author of twenty-one volumes of poetry, the most recent being "When" (2007), "Music of Time: Selected and New Poems" (2006) and The Death of Sardanapalus and Other Poems of the Iraq Wars (2004). A new volume, "After Tagore: Poems Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore" has just been released (2008).
Ray has taught at several colleges in the United States, including Cornell University, Reed College, the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop, and the University of Missouri-Kansas City, where he is professor emeritus. He has also taught in India, New Zealand, and Australia, and has published books inspired by the cultures of each country.
He and his wife, poet and essayist Judy Ray, live in Tucson, Arizona.
Ray was born in Sapulpa, Oklahoma in 1932. Ray comes from a broken home that was thrown into upheaval when his father left the family by hopping on the back of a watermelon truck headed to California. After his mother's next failed marriage ended in the suicide of Ray's stepfather, he and his sister Mary Ellen were placed into foster care—a system that wasn't kind to young children in the late 1930s and early 1940s. Ray's classic "Mulberries of Mingo" steeps from memories of he and his sister being thrown out of a foster families home at dinner time - to fend for themselves eating the mulberries from a neighbor's tree. The years that followed were dark and tragic as he and his sister were separated to face their separate nightmares of abuse.
He is a distinguished award winner, and has lectured and read at over 100 Universities in England, Canada and the U.S. Graduating from the University of Chicago, BA, MA; he became a co-founder of the American Writers Against the Vietnam War, and has been commonly quoted in recent anti-war actions.
Ray's poetry varies from short, three to four lines pieces, to longer 30 lines poems. His work is also often autobiographical, providing unique context and insight to scenes of childhood, love, fear, sex, and travel. "Communication is important to him, and he has the courage, working with a genre in which simplicity is suspect, to say plainly what he means."
He is the founding editor of New Letters Magazine and New Letters on the Air. His work has appeared in Harper’s, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, The Iowa Review, and many others. He has also held faculty positions at Cornell, University of Missouri-Kansas City, University of Iowa, and Reed, as well as visiting positions at Syracuse, and universities in India, Australia, and New Zealand.
David Ray's Works:
"Dragging the Main" (1968)
Gathering Firewood: New Poems and Selected (1974)
Elysium in the Halls of Hell (1989)
Kangaroo Paws: Poems Written in Australia (1994)
The Endless Search: A Memoir (2003)
The Death of Sardanapalus and Other Poems of the Iraq Wars (2004)
One Thousand Years: Poems about the Holocaust. Timberline Press, 2004
Demons in the Diner. Ashland Poetry Press, 1998.
Wool Highways. Helicon Nine Editions, 1993.
Not Far From the River. Copper Canyon Press, 1990.
The Maharani’s New Wall. Wesleyan Univ. Press, 1989.
Sam’s Book. Wesleyan Univ. Press, 1987.
The Touched Life. Scarecrow Press, 1989.
The Tramp’s Cup. Chariton Review Press, 1978.
"Music of Time: Selected and New Poems". Backwaters Press, 2006.
"When". (Howling Dog Press/Omega Editions, 2007)
"After Tagore: Poems Inspired by Rabindranath Tagore". (Nirala Editions, 2008)
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David Ray Poems
's an interesting custom, involving such in- visible items as the food that's not on the table, the clothes
At the Washing of My Son
I ran up and grabbed your arm, the way a man On the battlefield would recognize a long-lost comrade. You were still wrinkled, and had a hidden face,
At the Washing of My Son
I ran up and grabbed your arm, the way a man
On the battlefield would recognize a long-lost comrade.
You were still wrinkled, and had a hidden face,
Like a hedgehog or a mouse, and you crouched in
The black elbows of a Negro nurse. You were
Covered with your mother's blood, and I saw
That navel where you and I were joined to her.
I stood by the glass and watched you squeal.
Just twice in a man's life there's this