Rooting around in an old file folder I came upon this note from a quarter-century ago. I don’t know how it has followed me for so long, but it was a pleasant little surprise to rediscover this quick handwritten note to myself about a poetry reading of Samuel’s I attended at the Harvard Club, which later inspired a poem. Dear Samuel is no longer with us, but he continues to haunt us in the gentlest of ways.

Read “Samuel Menashe Reads at the Harvard Club” (from Still Life with City, 2022)