The river that we cross we forget. The river that stops us is always there.
– Samuel Menashe,
on his poem Promised Land
Tag: Samuel Menashe
Voyage
Water opens without end
At the bow of a ship
Rising to descend
Away from it
Days become one
I am who I was
– Samuel Menashe
Promised Land
At the edge
Of a world
Beyond my eyes
Beautiful
I know Exile
Is always
Green with hope –
The river
We cannot cross
Flows forever
– Samuel Menashe
O many named beloved
Listen to my praise
Various as the seasons
Different as the days
All my treasons cease
When I see your face
– Samuel Menashe