Springtime in the Hospital

Yisroel Shtern

1923

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Is it any wonder that the sick are so pure and tender,
gazing across vast distances, seeing things that no one else does,
staying up at night, and smiling in the darkness,
as they caress their beds with the joy of having solved a mystery?
Is it any wonder that the sick arise from napping
rich and perfumed (like a seed awakening from sleep in…
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