Near the wall of a house painted to look like stone, I saw visions of God. A sleepless night that gives others a headache gave me flowers opening beautifully inside my brain. And he who was lost like a dog will be found like a human being and brought back home again. Love is not the last room: there are others after it, the whole length of the corridor that has no end. Translated by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell
Added: 7 Apr 2002 | Last Read: 19 Jul 2008 7:16 AM | Viewed: 4244 times
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