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 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 darkness
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 be a fish.
My boat wallows in the sea.
You who are free,
rescue the dead.
Rescue The Dead
David Ignatow
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Poem topics: I love you, away, fire, fish, kiss, rain, respect, sea, ignore, head, knife, bread, secret, grave, crowd, I miss you, live, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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