Old wounds leave good hollows
Where one who goes can hold
Himself in ghostly embraces
Of former powers and graces
Whose domain no strife mars—
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, Talisman
House, Publishers
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