Was it love when firstyou folded me into you—oh, not so neatly—as I shredded shouts into whispers,or when underneath death's shadowI enveloped you—day by day—and you yieldeda buried sweetness, at last? [End Page 85]
Ruth Dropkin was born and raised in East New York, Brooklyn; graduated from Brooklyn College (where she was editor of its literary magazine); and had a long career as an editorial freelancer. Her attachment to Jewish feminism grew from the example of her mother, Rebbetzin Esther Forsyth Warshavsky, as well as from the Yiddish poetry of Celia Dropkin, mother of her second husband, John. She is the great-grandmother of four.