Nostalgia

Olga Kirsch

1948

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget itself.

Give us the land we have wandered in time
Through foreign parts, far, so far and then,
Every year at Passover we repeat the line
Next year we shall see Jerusalem
Perhaps I shall never enter the land,
Nor those who follow, but is a people’s hope
Not timeless like heaven’s orbit…
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