Here In Bed (David Ignatow Poems)
Here in bed behind a brick wallI can make order and meaning,but how do I begin? How do Iemerge without ...
Here in bed behind a brick wallI can make order and meaning,but how do I begin? How do Iemerge without ...
Wherever he looks, standing still in the city,are people born of coupling, walking in gray suitsand ties, in long dresses ...
I'm very pleased to be a body. Can there be someone without a body?As you hold mine I feel firmly ...
When two take gasby mutual consentand the cops come inwhen the walls are broken downand the doctor pays respectsby closing ...
at fifty I approach myself,eighteen years of age,seated despondently on the concrete stepsof my father's house,wishing to be gone from ...
As she walked she would look backover her shoulder and tripupon sidewalk cracks or bumpinto people to whom she would ...
She was saying mad things:'To hell with the world!Love is all you need! Go onand get it! What are youwaiting ...
It is heart-rending to know a kisscannot cure the world of its illnesses,nor can your happiness, nor your tragedyof being ...
If we could be brought to the surfacelike a gleaming fish and served for supper,if we could eat and swallow ...
I dream I am lying in the mud on my back and staring up into the sky.Which do I prefer, ...
We drop in the evening like dewupon the ground and the livingfeel it on their faces. Deathsoft, moist everywhere upon ...
It's midnight, the house silent,in the distance a musical instrumentbeing played softly. I am alone.It's as if the world has ...
Earth hard to my heelsbear me up like a childstanding on its mother's belly.I am a surprised guest to the ...
As I enter the theatre the play is going on. I hear the father say to the son on stage, ...
Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton. It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it with me-this ...
As I reach to close each book lying open on my desk, it leaps up to snap at my fingers. ...
This tree has two million and seventy-five thousand leaves. Perhaps I missed a leaf or two but I do feel ...
I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was ...
Whatever we do, whether we light strangers' cigarettes-it may turn out to be a detective wanting to know who is ...
I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost ...
I killed a fly and laid my weapon next to it as one lays the weapon of a dead hero ...
When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned or ...
I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as ...
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