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          For Rachel Hadas


Old wounds leave good hollows

Where one who goes can hold

Himself in ghostly embraces

Of former powers and graces

Whose domain no strife marsó

I am made whole by my scars

For whatever now displaces

Follows all that once was

And without loss stows

Me into my own spaces


Samuel Menashe



From The Niche Narrows: New
and Selected Poems,
House, Publishers, © 2000.
Reprinted by permission of the

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