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Also in this issue, poems by:

Kathryn Hellerstein

Miriam Ulinover

Celia Dropkin

Kadya Molodowsky

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Previously published in Der Forverts

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© Copyright to Kathryn Hellerstein, 2003, all rights reserved.

Hadassah Rubin
Haifa, October 2001


Translated by Kathryn Hellerstein


For the Firefighters of Washington and New York

Night has winnowed the doorway of my home,
Clouded my eyes.
Only a tear remains in the corner of an eye.

I see myself standing, bowed over
Before a mountain of stones and ash,
It's the ash of the burnt angels.
They threw themselves into the inferno,
Their hands stretched out to the people
Without names.
Upon the ash, I place a blossom—
I have nurtured it with the blood of my heart,
And I leave behind a tear—
Everlasting dew.