AS A MAN
for William Stafford
by David Ignatow
Wherever I go,
into food stores,
into the john to piss
I am haunted by the poem
yet to be written
that I may live as a poem
when I die as a man.
Posted over on News From Nowhere
from THE SLEEP OF GRASS: A Tribute in Poetry to William Stafford
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