Cooduvalli Poem 5
Samuel Menashe is a 20th century poet who is well known for writing about his Jewish heritage. He, unfortunately, did not receive critical acclaim for his work until the later years of his life when he received the “Neglected Master’s Award”, which allowed him to publish his books on a much wider scale. In his poem The Shrine Whose Shape I Am Menashe uses the central theme of religion to develop smaller sub themes of the body and mind, death, and identity. Although the theme of my exhibit is poems that connect personal identity with collective history, I found this poem fit that category because the speaker connected religious figures to his own being by calling himself a shrine. This poem is different than most that we see because it uses such a provocative metaphor, using the pure body to symbolize a place of worship, in order to relate his beliefs back to the audience.
The Shrine Whose Shape I Am
The shrine whose shape I am
Has a fringe of fire
Flames skirt my skin
There is no Jerusalem but this
Breathed in flesh by shameless love
Built high upon the tides of blood
I believe the Prophets and Blake
I know many hills were holy once
But now in the level lands to live
Zion ground down must become marrow
Thus in my bones I am the King’s son
The Shrine Whose Shape I Am
The shrine whose shape I am
Has a fringe of fire
Flames skirt my skin
There is no Jerusalem but this
Breathed in flesh by shameless love
Built high upon the tides of blood
I believe the Prophets and Blake
And like David I bless myself
With all my might
I know many hills were holy once
But now in the level lands to live
Zion ground down must become marrow
Thus in my bones I am the King’s son
And through death’s domain I go
Making my own procession
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