Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Place Where We Are Right

The Place Where We Are Right

by Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right


Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right


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.

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