The Place Where We Are Right - Yehuda Amichai

[Lawrence Robinson]

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 by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell)