Joy Ladin
A variation on “Ein Leben,” by Dan Pagis
Photo: amyrod1
I’m standing at the window,
a young woman, I can’t remember what age
or so my slumping shoulders say
Joy Ladin
A variation on “Ein Leben,” by Dan Pagis
Photo: amyrod1
I’m standing at the window,
a young woman, I can’t remember what age
or so my slumping shoulders say
Joy Ladin
Photo: aussiegall
Pirouhettes
Between future and past,
A spiraling ribbon of red, a girl
In ballet class,
A dance, a beautiful dance
You cannot hope to master.
Joy Ladin
Photo: katietegtmeyer
You wipe the woman off your face.
She comes away
In ochre smears. Traces cling
To your lids and lips. You wipe
Joy Ladin
Photo: vincepal
Put that life down.
Life is not a knife. No one
Eats with a life and a fork. That isn’t blood
On its edge. Life has
No edge. Life is too dull.
Is neither serrated