Biography of David Ignatow
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. 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.
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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David Ignatow Poems
For My Daughter
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
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,
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
Whatever we do, whether we light strangers’ cigarettes—it may turn out to be a detective wanting to know who is free
You wept in your mother's arms and I knew that from then on I was to forget myself.
I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity.
As I enter the theatre the play is going on. I hear the father say to the son on stage, You’ve taken the motor apart.
This tree has two million and seventy-five thousand leaves. Perhaps I missed a leaf or two but I do feel triumphant
She was saying mad things: 'To hell with the world! Love is all you need! Go on and get it! What are you
My Skeleton, My Rival
Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton. It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it
Self-Employed: For Harvey Shapiro
I stand and listen, head bowed, to my inner complaint. Persons passing by think I am searching for a lost coin.
At This Moment
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 about trees, grass and water, especially with the sun shining on it. I slip into it, a summer pleasure.
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
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.