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The Place Where We Are Right Yehuda Amichai (Trans. 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.
