doubts and loves







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.



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