Research: Journals
The Journal
Issue 33.1
Hadara Bar-Nadav
Split the Lark(Title and italics adapted from Emily Dickinson)
The lock. The dark. The eyes of a man who loved birds. Take my hand and we'll step outside, try a Scarlet Experiment in the afternoon. At first you see nothing, a brilliant heat. Sharp seam of spring where sorrow meets song. Tender turns to tenderize. Turn skyward, mouth like a church. Where does the whistle live? Little god you open, search. Knife-red feather in the twine of the lemon tree. A leather-throated cry and your eyes pinch closed. Sequins wink along the lining of the lids. The sky like a ball gown, ball-gown grass, ball-gown stop sign. The taffeta dog. Everywhere lavender suns, diamonds of bloodless light. Still memory remembers you seeing. Still the eyes are blind.
