The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
His blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, “I’ve had a vision
And…
Jacob’s Ladder, painted by Grobman after immigrating to Israel, continues the artistic approach he formulated in the 1960s in the Soviet Union—i.e., “magical symbolism,” which used mystical imagery…
The rain cleaned off the steep facade of houses;
I write upon the white and stony sheet
And feel how my tired hand so softly rouses
From love poems that always, sweetly, were a cheat.
I wake in the…