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Resuce The Dead


Rescue The Dead

Finally, to forgo love is to kiss a leaf,

is to let rain fall nakedly upon your head,

is to respect fire,

is to study a man’s eyes and his gestures

as he talks,

is to set bread upon the table

and a knife discreetly by,

is to pass through crowds

like a crowd of oneself.

Not to love is to live.

To love is to be led away

into a forest where the secret grave

is dug, singing, praising darkeness

under the trees.

To live is to sign your name,

is to ignore the dead,

is to carry a wallet

and shake hands.

To love is to fish.

My boat wallows in the sea.

You are free,

rescue the dead.


david-ignatow

David Ignatow (b. 1914)


Mine is not to interpret this for you but just to put it out there.  Take from this what you will.  Rescue the DeadPeace, Tenthltr2U

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