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Even that which is, is, and it has its spark
Taken forth and shaken, lifted from the dark
Washed, brought forward, polished, once or twice or more.
Is it rich amidst the stones or cupped, a poor
Receptacle of virtues, a bowl, an eye,
A ewe, a cry, rich dark earth beneath the sky?
Yaacov David Shulman