The Place Where We Are
Right
From the place where we are
right
flowers will never grow
in the spring.
flowers will never grow
in the spring.
The place where we are
right
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
is hard and trampled
like a yard.
But doubts and loves
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
dig up the world
like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
~ Yehuda Amichai
~
(The Selected Poetry of Yehuda
Amichai, edited and translations by Chana Bloch and Stephen
Mitchell)
With prayers of hope for the people
of Israel and Lebanon....
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