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Literature and Poetry/
Yom Hazikaron

Mirik Garzi


Beit Hashita

This land that we are standing upon

Our land of hills

Safeguards in its bosom our loves


Piles of black basalt –

Cleared of stones

Overlook the spreading fields


Yellow, green, red, an abundance of colours


The boys, the girls, the ordered graves

Bind us


Deepen our planted feet


Is it possible to anoint

Again and again to anoint, to attempt

Almighty, Almighty,

That there be no more?

As it is written:

See I set before you today life

And you chose life

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