Poetry. "In Hadara Bar-Nadav's poetry, ruin gives birth to blossoms, and broken glass gives rise to temples of a thousand shining windows. In the presence of death, under the aegis of catastrophe, everything comes alive. This is not merely the art of affirmation; this is the poetry of fierce abandonment to Being. In THE FRAME CALLED RUIN, our souls are shown, thank God, to be both weightless and indestructible: 'Everything unbuttons and we / forget about war.' Bar-Nadav has made a book of miracles."—Donald Revell<br /><br />"Space is at the center of this gorgeously sculpted book, whether it's the torn spaces left behind by war or the polished spaces of contemporary architecture or the bottomless rectangles of Rothko canvases. Bar-Nadav approaches them all with an ekphrastic eye, negotiating them through agile juxtapositions and a balance of sharp clarity and evocative ambiguity. Each poem is a gem."—Cole Swensen