The great poet Amiri Baraka died Jan. 9. While he was in the hospital, I spoke daily to his wife, Amina, my dear friend. I wrote the poem below the day after Amiri died. He and I became friends in the New York art scene of the 1950s. We were drawn to each other by our work as poets and activists. We fell in love and had a daughter, Dominique. We remained friends all the rest of our lives.
To read Diane di Prima's poem for Amiri Baraka, via SF Gate, click here.