Lamenting Gaza
- Feb 14, 2025
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 18, 2025
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 plough.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
where the ruined
house once stood
(Yehuda Amichai, 1962)
