Showing posts with label burned. Show all posts
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Monday, April 01, 2013
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./
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