Issue 35, Final Fringe

Fragments from a Nonexistent Yiddish Poet

by Jehanne Dubrow Issue 13 12.01.2007

Ida Lewin (1906–1938)
AlwaysWinter, Poland


I am like the fire
from a Shabbes candle—
no larger than a poplar leaf,
          barely luminous
enough to rustle
shadows from the wall.

How can I warm more
than my flickering self?
      or blaze against
bad dreams, a breeze
which pushes back
the branches of my sleep?

Now winter,
when the trees strip bare,
          my face remains
the only light. I shimmer
in the air and read
my own reflection there.

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Jehanne Dubrow

Jehanne Dubrow

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Jehanne Dubrow was born in Italy and grew up in Yugoslavia, Zaire, Poland, Belgium, Austria, and the United States. She holds a Ph.D. in creative writing from the University of Nebraska-Lincoln and is the author of three poetry collections, including most recently Stateside (2010). In autumn 2012, Northwestern University Press will publish her fourth book of poems, Red Army Red. Her first book, The Hardship Post (2009), won the Three Candles Press Open Book Award, and her second collection, From the Fever-World, won the Washington Writers’ Publishing House Poetry Competition (2009). Finishing Line Press published her chapbook, The Promised Bride, in 2007. Her work has appeared in Poetry, Ploughshares, The Hudson Review, The New England Review, Shenandoah, Gulf Coast, NPR, and many other places.