By Samuel Menashe 1925–2011 Samuel Menashe
My father drummed darkness   
Through the underbrush   
Until lightning struck   

I take after him   

Clouds crowd the sky   
Around me as I run   
Downhill on a high—   
I am my mother's son   
Born long ago   
In the storm's eye

Source: Poetry (June 2005).


This poem originally appeared in the June 2005 issue of Poetry magazine

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June 2005
 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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SUBJECT Family & Ancestors, Relationships

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

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