Tuesday, November 06, 2012

The place where we are right -- a poem

The Place Where We Are Right/ by 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/ Dig up the world/ Like a mole, a plow./ And a whisper will be heard in the place/ Where the ruined/ House once stood./ Again, thank you, you who sent this.

Specialpost--Ellen Bernstein--expose of World Bank Rohingya project--

https://www.irrawaddy.com/culture/books/hellfire-and-damnation-in-myanmar-ex-world-bank-country-head-recounts-rohingya-catastrophe-response....