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Spinning Gold with Navel Lint

There’s no shortage of “poet’s workshop” books so, instead of buying new ones as they come out, I occasionally dip into old ones. After a few years between readings, the old becomes new, proving once again that the author of… 477 more words

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David Ignatow

I wish I understood the beauty
in leaves falling. To whom
are we beautiful
as we go?

— David Ignatow, from “Three in Transition,” Against The Evidence: Selected Poems, 1934 1994. (Wesleyan; 1st edition January 15, 1994)

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It's Not About Me

“I should be content

to look at a mountain

for what it is

and not as a comment on my life.”

David Ignatow, poet

Kaddish by David Ignatow

My grandmother died about a month ago. There’s not really much to say about death and about losing family members that doesn’t end up sounding banal when you say it out loud, so I’ve been looking for works where writers do things that help me understand what it means to lose someone. 194 more words

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