Without a doubt my soul is split
Between the poet and the Jew;
That’s why the only shoes which fit
Are those the troubled Prophets knew.
Jerusalem
25 December 1992
Without a doubt my soul is split
Between the poet and the Jew;
That’s why the only shoes which fit
Are those the troubled Prophets knew.
Jerusalem
25 December 1992
How ironic and poetically just That the blatant ethnic-cleansing And
Could anything ever persuade The fatalistic fundamentalists, Who literalize and
If the complex causes of the catalytic Sado-masochistic syndrome Of