David Ignatow

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

In a Dream


at fifty I approach myself,
eighteen years of age,
seated despondently on the concrete steps
of my father's house,
wishing to be gone from there
into my own life,
and I tell my young self,
Nothing will turn out right,
you'll want to avenge yourself,
on those close to you especially,
and they will want to die
of shock and grief. You will fall
to pleading and tears of self-pity,
filled with yourself, a passionate stranger.
My eighteen-year-old self stands up
from the concrete steps and says,
Go to hell,
and I walk off.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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