David Ignatow (7 February 1914 - 17 November 1997 / Brooklyn/ New York)
Poems of David Ignatow
|1.||Against The Evidence||4/19/2010|
|4.||At This Moment||3/14/2012|
|8.||For My Daughter||1/13/2003|
|9.||Here In Bed||3/14/2012|
|10.||I Close My Eyes||4/19/2010|
|12.||If We Could Be Brought||3/14/2012|
|13.||In a Dream||3/14/2012|
|17.||Melpomene In Manhattan||3/14/2012|
|20.||My Skeleton, My Rival||4/19/2010|
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,
and before bed I brush my teeth and slip on my pajamas,
as I was told, and look forward to tomorrow.
I do all things required of me to make me a citizen of sterling worth.
I keep a job and come home each evening for dinner. I arrive at the
same time on the same train to give my family a sense of order.