Vishniac’s Windows
Isaac Imber
1990
How long this staring through a window
In an alley-way by few remembered,
Into the obscure, into a room
Empty of all but its walls
Where pictures hang all in shadow
But for one of mild eyes wide,
As a mirror hung at an open door
And just inside—
At begging eyes on the nearer wall,
Of a smiling boy, forever coming toward me,
Bearing in his…
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