Thursday, September 24, 2009

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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