David Ignatow (7 February 1914 - 17 November 1997 / Brooklyn/ New York)
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Poems by David Ignatow : 8 / 33
For My Daughter
When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.
When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.
David Ignatow
Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Read poems about / on: star, childhood, birth, silence, together, daughter
Poems by David Ignatow : 8 / 33
PoemHunter.com Updates
-
Autistic Pride Day
June 18
-
Happy Birthday Geoffrey Hill!
English poet, professor emeritus of English literature and religion
-
Happy Birthday George Essex Evans!
(1863-1909) Australian poet
-
World Day to Combat Desertification and Drought
Theme 2013: Drought and water scarcity
Top 500 Poems
-
Phenomenal Woman
Maya Angelou
-
The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost
-
If You Forget Me
Pablo Neruda
-
Still I Rise
Maya Angelou
-
Dreams
Langston Hughes
-
Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
-
If
Rudyard Kipling
-
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
-
Invictus
William Ernest Henley
-
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou

Breathtaking, Fathers can seem remote as stars growing up in adulation and a bit of fear but, you always know they're there. So, maybe to name one twinkling guiding gift for father can be one twinkling guiding gift from the infinite created by Our Father. The poem is more than sentimental. It is true.
Marvellous...I shall show this poem to my daughter...
people used to confuse me with his daughter-I remember them...She was lucky to have such a thoughtful dad honor her with his poem...
I believe her name was 'Yadi'
I met David Ignatow many years ago in East Hampton where I spent part of my teen years.Ironically this is the first time I have ever read any of his poetry.my brother Fred knew him.I like his direct approach and this a very sentimental heart-felt poem.Peace.Many tens and stars
tender...poignant...loving