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.