The Stars Are

By Samuel Menashe 1925–2011 Samuel Menashe
The stars are   
Although I do not sing   
About them—   
The sky and the trees   
Are indifferent   
To whom they please   
The rose is unmoved   
By my nose   
And the garland in your hair   
Although your eyes be lakes, dies   

Why sigh for a star   
Better bay at the moon   
Better bay at the moon . . .   
Oh moon, moon, moon

Source: Poetry (September 2004).

 Samuel  Menashe


Samuel Menashe earned acclaim as the creator of numerous compact and precise poems. His first American volume, No Jerusalem But This, was praised by Stephen Spender for "language intense and clear as diamonds." Spender declared that Menashe "can compress an attitude to life that has an immense history into three lines."

To Open, Menashe's 1974 collection, impressed Christian Science Monitor critic Victor Howes with its . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Nature, Arts & Sciences, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Humor & Satire

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Persona

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