This poem is taken from PN Review 59, Volume 14 Number 3, January - February 1988.
ChagallThe blue fiddler of Bethlehem
tunes the street with its soft lamplight
on flagged bush and aster, on veiled
maidens in the snow of their dance,
for his bride. She is a virgin,
a winter column; what is spring's blush on the walls to
her
as the Panzers force distempered Vitebsk?
I will dice with him for her.
There in the revelry's midst I shall cast
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