In Your FaceBy Samuel MenasheShare thisShareEyes that spurn yet inviteLike spikes in the sunlightOf Manhattan’s high-rise—Babylon’s ladies outshineDaughters of Jerusalem,Zion is no easy climbSource: Poetry (September 2009)
Eyes that spurn yet inviteLike spikes in the sunlightOf Manhattan’s high-rise—Babylon’s ladies outshineDaughters of Jerusalem,Zion is no easy climbSource: Poetry (September 2009)