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Let’s make believe

I am happy, I laugh

Black poison, all of me

Its bottleful,

Become sparkling water

My cup runneth over

I am your son

You are my daughter,

The only one

Source: Poetry (September 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the September 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

• Letter to the Editor
  by Michael Marcinkowski
• Aye Birds Tune
  by Dennis Jacobs
• Here Now
  by Samuel Menashe

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Biography

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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Poems by Samuel Menashe

• Adam Means Earth*
• A pot poured out
• A-
• Apotheosis
• At a Standstill

• More poems by Samuel Menashe (37 poems)
  • At Cross Purposes
  • Autumn
  • Biographer
  • Captain, Captive
  • Commemoration
  • Curriculum Vitae
  • Descent
  • Forever and a Day
  • Heat Wave
  • Here
  • Here Now
  • In Your Face
  • Landscape
  • Mirror Image
  • Rue
  • Ruins
  • Salt and Pepper
  • Scissors
  • Simon Says
  • Small Kingdom
  • So they stood
  • Tempus fugit
  • The Dead of Winter
  • The Living End
  • The Niche
  • The Stars Are
  • The Visitation
  • Triptych
  • Twilight Blues
  • Voyage
  • White hair does not weigh
  • Who

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Parenthood, Health & Illness, Sorrow & Grieving, Relationships, Family & Ancestors

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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