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
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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