The Place Where We Are Right - Yehuda Amichai (trans. Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell)

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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