Here and there
White hairs appear
On my chest—
Age seasons me
Gives me zest—
I am a sage
In the making
Sprinkled, shaking
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Samuel Menashe (1925-2011) died this week after a long, rich life of poetry and letters. Zeek played a small role in the long-overdue appreciation of Menashe in his later years, and this poem was published in our Fall 2006 print issue. May the memory of the creative be for a blessing.
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