Now sing to tarnish and good weathering
The praise of wrinkles which sustain us
Savory as apples whose heaps in attics
Keep many alive through old winter wars
Samuel Menashe was an American poet, born in New York City in 1935, who died in 2011. I've had this one in mind since Jennifer featured a lovely and new-to-me poem by John Drinkwater about apples a few weeks ago. This week she's featuring a Ted Kooser poem.
Brona also has a poem in the voice of Patroclus (looking at Achilles) this week.