David Ignatow

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

David Ignatow Poems

1. Walt Whitman In The Civil War Hospitals 3/14/2012
2. Two 3/14/2012
3. That's The Sum Of It 3/14/2012
4. Two Friends 3/14/2012
5. On Freedom 3/14/2012
6. Play Again 3/14/2012
7. Permanence 3/14/2012
8. Midnight 3/14/2012
9. Rescue The Dead 3/14/2012
10. An Ecology 3/14/2012
11. Moving Picture 3/14/2012
12. Melpomene In Manhattan 3/14/2012
13. Coupling 3/14/2012
14. In A Dream 3/14/2012
15. Earth Hard 3/14/2012
16. If We Could Be Brought 3/14/2012
17. I Dream 3/14/2012
18. It Is 3/14/2012
19. Here In Bed 3/14/2012
20. At This Moment 3/14/2012
21. Without Sexual Attraction 3/14/2012
22. Self-Employed: For Harvey Shapiro 4/19/2010
23. My Skeleton, My Rival 4/19/2010
24. An Illusion 3/14/2012
25. Ritual One 4/19/2010
26. Information 4/19/2010
27. The Journey 4/19/2010
28. Listening 4/19/2010
29. Dilemma 4/19/2010
30. Against The Evidence 4/19/2010
31. I Close My Eyes 4/19/2010
32. The Bagel 1/13/2003
33. For My Daughter 1/13/2003

Comments about David Ignatow

  • Elizabeth jeszeck (4/22/2018 2:16:00 PM)

    The poem with the first ine one leaf left on a branch is a very moving poem that set me back on my heels.

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  • Elizabeth Jeszeck (4/22/2018 2:14:00 PM)

    The poem with the first ine one leaf le

Best Poem of David Ignatow

For My Daughter

When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.

When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.

Read the full of For My Daughter

Against The Evidence

As I reach to close each book
lying open on my desk, it leaps up
to snap at my fingers. My legs
won’t hold me, I must sit down.
My fingers pain me
where the thick leaves snapped together
at my touch.
All my life
I’ve held books in my hands

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