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The Windmill of the Poet

Upon the hill's crest
Amongst the streams of winds
Her wings are spread

Every wisp of air
A sail rustles
Every gust of wind
A cogwheel spins

From fields and valleys
Sacks of grain flow
Delivered and poured
into the through of the mill

The millstones
grind and pulverize
Kernels of views
Grains of echoes
to a fine flour

From the Hebrew by Yanki Tauber

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Merosh Zurim

• The present (p. 17)

• The voice of the soil (p. 30)

• The leader (p. 34)

• The Trap of Time (p. 35)

• The Mission (p. 38)

• The Decree (p. 41)

• On the Doorways (p. 57)

• Freedom of Choice (p. 78)

• Mealtime Guests (p. 79)

• A Strange Sight (p. 96)

• The Foundation (p. 98)

• In Hiding (p. 113)

• Ratzo V'Shov (p. 125)

• Eating (p. 163)