Captain, Captive

Of your fate
Fast asleep
On the bed you made
Dream away
Wake up late

poem by Samuel Menashe
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The Stars Are

The stars are
Although I do not sing
About them—
The sky and the trees
Are indifferent
To whom they please
The rose is unmoved
By my nose
And the garland in your hair
Although your eyes be lakes, dies

Why sigh for a star
Better bay at the moon
Better bay at the moon . . .
Oh moon, moon, moon

poem by Samuel Menashe
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