At Cross Purposes By Samuel Menashe

Is this writing mine
Whose name is this
Did I underline
What I was to miss?

An upheaval of leaves
Enlightens the tree
Rooted it receives   
Gusts on a spree

Beauty makes me sad
Makes me grieve
I see what I must leave

Scaffold, gallows
Do whose will
Who hallows wood
To build, kill

Blind man, anvil
No hammer strikes
Your eyes are spikes
Samuel Menashe, “At Cross Purposes” from Samuel Menashe: New and Selected Poems, edited by Christopher Ricks, published by The Library of America, 2005. Copyright © 2004 by Samuel Menashe. Used by permission of the author.

Source: Samuel Menashe: New and Selected Poems (The Library of America, 2005)

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