You can hear the water gurgling
Through the stony hole, and hear,
If you close your eyes, your pulse
Rustle, and view, on the hemisphere,
The earth rising to the sun.
The oil flows slowly, the stream
Flickers with minnow, it is quiet at night,
Through the dark of the trees’ dream,
The next day the drops of rain
Glitter on the leaves and the berries,
The dogs are barking excitedly,
And the grosbeaks are whistling amidst the cherries.
Yaacov David Shulman