TO LIVE IN THE LAND OF ISRAEL
To the memory of Zvi Hurvitz:
Pioneer, commander, and bereaved father.
To be cocked like a rifle, the hand
clutching a pistol, to walk
in a closed, harsh line, even after
the cheeks are filled with dust,
and the seared flesh is fallen away, and the eyes can no longer
focus on a target.
There is a saying: a loaded gun is bound to fire.
Not true.
In the Land of Israel, anything can happen:
a broken pin, a spring rusted through,
or, the sudden cancellation of your orders, without explanation,
as it once happened to Abraham on Mount Moriah.
—Aryeh Sivan (1984)
Translation by M. Salomon
Photo credit: Jerusalem by premasagar
truly marvelous, strong poem!
Well deserved Israel Prize!