Voices There is a world When the gramophone makes music in a room Lifted in green leaves. Voices of the opera that Mozart wrote Sing in the morning, Chaste and passionate. —Samuel...
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Puppy Love Nipples, precise As a dog's dugs Suckle him —Samuel...
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O We Are Many O we are many Some too fat Others too skinny Take us back For God's sake My Angels Are Dark My angels are dark They are slaves in the market But I see how beautiful they...
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Four Poems by Samuel Menashe May In May wonders Without numberLilacs for oneThrive in the sun His Face The face of my friend Telling of his father Who died too soon In the...
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Judgment Day Stone towers float Out of dense fog Sudden as ghosts Loud trumpets sound Among empty houses Running men collide None has found Where to hide Samuel...
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Judges XIX 26-27 When you find me dead at your door Know this mouth now kissing stone Is moulded to your lips, my Lord Samuel...
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Reason enough to be grateful, one is tempted to say-to Stevenson and to his chronicler. And in the shadow of the nuclear madness under which we live, one may be forgiven a sense of wistful...
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which expressed its profound satisfaction with I.C.C. proceedings. And a short time ago, in Milwaukee, three natural gas companies were indicted under the Sherman Antitrust Act with conspiring...
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A POEM
On the leafless winter vine Pinned into a paper peak, each cluster Now waits for Noel and Old Night When one by one twelve grapes Are eaten as the hour strikes . . To the lips the very...
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