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.
~ Yehudi Amichai
(from: The Selected Poetry of Yehudi Amichai,
translation by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell)
photo by Eliot Porter.
