When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
I close my eyes like a good little boy at night in bed,
as I was told to do by my mother when she lived,
As I reach to close each book
lying open on my desk, it leaps up
to snap at my fingers. My legs
Born in Brooklyn on February 7, 1914, and spent most of his life in the New York City area.
Ignatow began his professional career as a businessman. After committing wholly to poetry, Ignatow worked as an editor of American Poetry Review, Analytic, Beloit Poetry Journal, and Chelsea Magazine, and as poetry editor of The Nation. ...