David Ignatow

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

An Illusion - Poem by David Ignatow

She was saying mad things:
'To hell with the world!
Love is all you need! Go on
and get it! What are you
waiting for!' and she walked,
more like shuffled up the street,
her eyes fixed upon the distance.
People stepped self-consciously
out of her way. Straight up
stood her hair, wild.

What are you waiting for,
snarled from her lips.
it seemed directed to herself
really, to someone inside
with whom she fought.
The shredded hem of her dress
rustled around her.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012


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