The place in which we are right

by Yehuda Amichai
translated from the Hebrew by Robert Hoberman

From the place in which we are right,

flowers will never grow

in the spring.

 

The place in which we are right

is packed down and hard

like a yard.

 

But doubts and loves make

the world loose

like a mole, like a plow.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

where stood the house

that was destroyed.

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