digging up the world

Angi here is the poem I was talking about...
Thanks for always reminding me to maintain a healthy sense of doubt,
and fostering a way to be ok with an undefined, hazy horizon.


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.



Yehuda Amichai (1924 - 2000) was an Israeli  poet. He was born in Germany, then immigrated with his family to Palestine in 1936. He fought in the Israeli War of Independence as a young man, but became an advocate of peace and reconciliation in the region, working with Palestinian writers.  He was 'discovered' in 1965 by Ted Hughes, who later translated several of Amichai's books. (From the Wikipedia article on Yehuda Amichai.)

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