A Sabbath Poem (Amichai)
THE PLACE WHERE WE ARE RIGHT
~ by Yehuda AmichaiFrom 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.
by Brad Hirschfield, Harmony Books, 2007)
