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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.…
Born in Brooklyn on February 7, 1914, and spent most of his life in the New York City area. Career 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. He taught at the New School for Social Research, the University of Kentucky, the University of Kansas, Vassar College, York College of the City University of New York, New York University, and Columbia University. He was president of the Poetry Society of America from 1980 to 1984 and poet-in-residence at the Walt Whitman Birthplace Association in 1987. He died on November 17, 1997, at his home in East Hampton, New York. Awards Mr. Ignatow's many honors include a Bollingen Prize, two Guggenheim fellowships, the John Steinbeck Award, and a National Institute of Arts and Letters award "for a lifetime of creative effort." He received the Shelley Memorial Award (1966), the Frost Medal (1992), and the William Carlos Williams Award (1997) of the Poetry Society of America.)
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We drop in the evening like dew upon the ground and the living feel it on their faces. Death soft, moist everywhere upon us,…
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She was saying mad things: 'To hell with the world! Love is all you need! Go on and get it! What are you…
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I'm very pleased to be a body. Can there be someone without a body? As you hold mine I feel firmly assured that bodies are the right thing and I think all life is a body. I'm happy…
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Wherever he looks, standing still in the city, are people born of coupling, walking in gray suits and ties, in long dresses and coiffed hair, speaking elegantly, of themselves and…
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Whatever we do, whether we light strangers’ cigarettes—it may turn out to be a detective wanting to know who is free with a light on a lonely street nights—…
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Earth hard to my heels bear me up like a child standing on its mother's belly. I am a surprised guest to the air
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When I die choose a star and name it after me that you may know I have not abandoned…
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Here in bed behind a brick wall I can make order and meaning, but how do I begin? How do I emerge without panic…
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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, and before bed I brush my teeth and slip on my pajamas, as I was told, and…
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I dream I am lying in the mud on my back and staring up into the sky. Which do I prefer, since I have the power to fly into the blue slate of air? It is summer. I decide quickly th…
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If we could be brought to the surface like a gleaming fish and served for supper, if we could eat and swallow our own life to make a good meal, if we could go fishing…
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at fifty I approach myself, eighteen years of age, seated despondently on the concrete steps of my father's house,…
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This tree has two million and seventy-five thousand leaves. Perhaps I missed a leaf or two but I do feel triumphant at having persisted in counting by hand branch by branch and mar…
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It is heart-rending to know a kiss cannot cure the world of its illnesses, nor can your happiness, nor your tragedy of being a discrete person, for the bodies…
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