National Poetry Day

One of my current favourites is '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 plough.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

It's written out in English and Hebrew here.

[Of course, the place where I am right is a high green sunlit upland from which I can look down on lesser mortals, but we won't go there... :0)]