I'll tell you exactly how bad it is. Nine guests have left, but six more
Remain. For now, there are no children crying, but, since three are
Here, one could, anytime, or two, or all three, and my son has
Decided to play the piano. Peace in this house has become so
Peculiar and precious as it is in Israel's orbit. It's absent. It's wished
For, but, until it comes, there won't be many poems from me.