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For Rachel Hadas   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