Issue 139

Winter & Spring 2011

Poetry Hadara Bar-Nadav Poetry Hadara Bar-Nadav

What Care the Dead for Day

who linger, who watch as I once did from the high corner of a dream, floating above your

hospital bed. I attended night for you. I guard[ed] my Master’s Head. In dreams I gave you eyes.

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Poetry Hadara Bar-Nadav Poetry Hadara Bar-Nadav

How Soft This Prison Is

Body, bundle, country of twigs. Your nine gates opening, closing, spittle wet. A miracle you

existed at all. Fontanel, fallible. Your soul shaking inside. When you died, Leaves unhooked

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Poetry Hadara Bar-Nadav Poetry Hadara Bar-Nadav

A Brittle Heaven

ices over. Leafless. Listless. Heaven only an idea scraping out its breath. Such cloudy

disappearances. Pentimento, palimpsest. The fade of you still lingers. Blue air splinters white.

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