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 plough.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood.
Yehuda Amichai
translated from the Hebrew by Stephen Mitchell
In: Essential Poems, from the Staying Alive Trilogy
edited by Neil Astley
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