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Ira Sadoff

Poetry

Winter 2011

Lament

By Ira Sadoff

While I was gone, I lost my finches. The first lilies bloomed. The second and third. My town lost a lamp store and light in its windows. My camellias, how […]

Poetry

Winter 2002

What Kind of Man

By Ira Sadoff

What kind of man hides in the duck blinds? The days of description are over. The days of It was April so Everyone Felt Hopeful, where you could find in […]

Poetry

Winter 2002

Jazz

By Ira Sadoff

The slippery elms were statuesque, one nice way of saying Ohio was a slag heap. Most were stumps by the time I got there. The War was going on, what […]

Poetry

Spring 1996

At the Grand Canyon

By Ira Sadoff

We were fleeing from the tourists, Germans and Japanese, hiking the thick canyon brush, trying to forget the copperhead sliding between the rocks, sliding toward us   like a florid […]

Poetry

Spring 1996

A Missed Opportunity

By Ira Sadoff

If Christ slept with the sparrows he would have heard the same grating cheep I had to listen to in a Jersey boarding house of prostitution and needle work where […]

Poetry

Spring 1991

Resurrection

By Ira Sadoff

Why come back to the siegeto rise again, morally superiorbut pale as an image? Impaledbut saved. For one week in autumn, the chanterelles thrived, and we sliced theminto crystal bowls. […]

Poetry

Spring 1991

I Forgive the Sparrows

By Ira Sadoff

I forgive the sparrows for befriending me. I know they need the seed. The shrill voice of the jay reminds me of a jewelry box. A perfume scent. Was she […]