God Hid His Face
Selected Poems of RAJZEL ZYCHLINSKY
 
What Wall
 
What wall can so straighten 
our backs
as the Western Wall?

What dust can so extinguish 
our ash 
as the dust from Mother Rachel's tomb?

What cave can so heal, 
gather our tears, 
as the Cave of the Patriarchs?
 

Translated by Barnett Zumoff 

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