David Ignatow

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

Walt Whitman In The Civil War Hospitals - Poem by David Ignatow

Prescient, my hands soothing
their foreheads, by my love
I earn them. in their presence
I am wretched as death. They smile
to me of love. They cheer me
and I smile. These are stones
in the catapulting world;
they fly, bury themselves in flesh,
in a wall, in earth; in midair
break against each other
and are without sound.
I sent them catapulting.
They outflew my voice
towards vacant spaces,
but I have called them farther,
to the stillness beyond,
to death which I have praised.


Comments about Walt Whitman In The Civil War Hospitals by David Ignatow

  • Brian Jani (7/7/2014 4:29:00 AM)


    captivating piece of written here Mr Whitman.for a moment i was encapsulatad within the read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012


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