In memory of Menke Katz
I hold you in the lyric of my thoughts.
No, never mind that mist that hurts the eyes.
Tomorrow in Jerusalem, my friend,
Our dance beguiles the autumn of its grief.
I have you still with all my treasures kept,
Poor scribbles and the pencil-colored flowers.
Write me new letters on the windowpane.
Sign them as always with your shadow name.
Frost memories give me courage for today.
Just taste October with me, find it good.
The time is poignant like a Yiddish tune,
As bittersweet and smoky as old leaves.
Previously published in connection with my interview entitled, 'Letter Friends', Skylark, Purdue University, Calumet
Happy Birthday, Sandra, poetess goddess. xxtraordinaire. Look forward to 007 poems.
I love this poem Miss Fowler, you've tought me so much about this man and I will hold that in my thoughts. I love the words you use in it, they have so many meanings to them that I couldn't even imagine without a dictionary. All respect, Hannah (Free Faller)
I love the autumnal imagery of this poem. It's a perfect choice, for autumn is bittersweet, combining the warmth of summer and the cold breath of winter. So are the memories of people who were dear to us. Excellent write. Warmly, Julia
time is stagnant before your words.... me too..in front of this monitor....
I love this Sandra..there's something in your writes that holds me dear..every words..it seeps inside of me..i am so blessed you are my dearest friend.. Love, Meggie
I can hear the Klezmer music in your words - the clarinet and violin in particular. You have taken the very best of Jewish harmony and embraced it and your friend with love and perfectly coined words. I have to quote: 'The time is poignant like a Yiddish tune, As bittersweet and smoky as old leaves.' What sweet melancholy. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unique as always Sandra. Happy belated birthday 2007! I have rated some of your poems. Will be back. Cheers