The Place Where We Are Right

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.

 

YEHUDA AMICHAI translated from the Hebrew by Stephen Mitchell

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