With Some Misgivings
Over Shabbos my diary from two summers ago jumped off the shelf and into my hand. I found the long piece these lines came from.
Here's a variant edit:
Have to let go
of my urge to be heard
of my need to be seen
Have to hold on to
my drive to seek G-d
of my draw to His herd
Have to halve
my anxiety
double my faith
Have to take have to
and make it into want
want nothing but G-d love
Have two sides
like every man
have to take care
Have to own
my stone
in The Wall
Short poetry makes sense to me.
Samuel Menashe is The Master of the short poem. I cited a few of his poems here. Here are five more that I find remarkable.
The Living End
Before long the end
Of the beginning
Begins to bend
To the beginning
Of the end you live
With some misgivings
About what you did.
Improvidence
Owe, do not own
What you can borrow
Live on each loan
Forget tomorrow
Why not be in debt
To one who can give
You whatever you need
It is good to abet
Another's good deed
The Annunciation
She bows her head,
Submissive, yet
Her downcast glance
Asks the angel, "Why
For this romance,
Do I qualify?"
Morning
I wake and the sky
Is there, intact
The paper is white
The ink is black
My charmed life
Harms no one—
No wife, no son
What To Expect
At death's door
The end in sight
Is life, not death
Each breath you take
Is breathtaking
Save your breath
does not apply-
you must die.
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