Йегуда Амихай. Место где мы правы

The Place Where We Are Right 

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.