A Poetry Magazine round-up of classic and contemporary poems that celebrate Hanukkah and the Jewish faith.
From "Honorary Jew," by John Repp:
The first year, I grated potatoes, chopped onions
& watched. The second year, I fed all but the eggsinto the machine & said I'll do the latkes & did,
my pile of crisp delights borne to the feast by the wifewho baffled me, our books closed, banter hushed,
money useless in the apartment—house, my in-laws called it,new-wave thump at one end, ganja reek at the other—
in which she'd knelt to tell the no one who listenedno more no no more no a three-year-old mouthing
the essential prayer.
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