David Ignatow

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

It Is - Poem by David Ignatow

It is heart-rending to know a kiss
cannot cure the world of its illnesses,
nor can your happiness, nor your tragedy
of being a discrete person, for the bodies
fall like rain into the ground
and merge only to make an ocean
of bones and closed eyes, our identities
merged, as we had wanted
when we were persons
in each other's sight and touch.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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