David Ignatow

(7 February 1914 - 17 November 1997 / Brooklyn/ New York)

I Dream - Poem by David Ignatow

I dream I am lying in the mud on my back and staring up into the sky.
Which do I prefer, since I have the power to fly into the blue slate of
air? It is summer. I decide quickly that by lying face up I have a view
of the sky I could not get by flying in it, while I'd be missing the mud.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012


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