What’s in this name? A poet, striver, priest,
Whose eye indeed in a fine frenzy rolls
While glancing from concrete to grass,
From shade to light,
During our concentrated, campus walks;
An eye which always twinkles like a star
If paradox is cited, and fills with tears
Of Hasidic joy when mercy seasons justice.
Thus is the wild thyme with the strawberry seen,
The laughter in the darkness clearly heard,
And the still point of the fitful fire-dance found.
Jerusalem
8 September 2002