David Ignatow

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

Melpomene In Manhattan


As she walked she would look back
over her shoulder and trip
upon sidewalk cracks or bump
into people to whom she would apologize
profusely, her head still turned.
One could hear her murmur to herself
tearfully, as though filled with a yearning
to recover what she was leaving behind
as if she would preserve it
or do for it what she had neglected
out of ignorance or oversight
or from sheer meanness and spite
or simple helplessness to do better,
her voice beginning to keen
as she tripped or steered blindly
into the gutter

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

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