lived in a small three-room railroad flat on the fifth floor of a Thompson St. walk-up with a bathtub in the kitchen. "When we'd run into him in the street he'd often recite a poem--they were all short," recalled Julie Salamon, a neighbor, who with her husband, Bill Abrams, had been friends of Samuel Menashe for 35 years.
Salamon recalled Menashe's elegant diction and resonant voice, which he displayed occasionally at readings in local libraries, the most recent in March 2010 at the Mulberry St. Library.
from The Villager: Samuel Menashe, 85, poet belatedly dubbed a master
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