--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
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.
like a mole, a plow.
and a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
