<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Journey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am looking for a past <br>I can rely on <br>in order to look to death <br>with equanimity. <br>What was given me: <br>my mother’s largeness <br>to protect me, <br>my father’s regularity <br>in coming home from work <br>at night, his opening the door <br>silently and smiling, <br>pleased to be back <br>and the lights on <br>in all the rooms <br>through which I could run <br>freely or sit at ease <br>at table and do my homework <br>undisturbed: love arranged <br>as order directed at the next day. <br>Going to bed was a journey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Ignatow">David Ignatow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364189" data-title="The Journey de David Ignatow" data-description="I am looking for a past I can rely on in order to look to death with equanimity. What was given me: my mother’s largeness to protect me, my father’s regularity in coming home from work at night, his opening the door silently and smil..."></div> </div> </div>

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