Stones and Dreams

stones.jpgFrom this week’s Torah portion, Parashat Vayetzei:

Jacob left Be’ersheva and set out for Haran. He came upon a certain place and stopped there for the night, for the sun had set. Taking one of the stones of that place, he placed it under his head and lay down in that place. He had a dream… (Genesis 28:10)

“Temporary Poem of My Time” by Yehuda Amichai (translated from Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav):

Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west,
Latin writing, from west to east.
Languages are like cats:
You must not stroke their hair the wrong way.
The clouds come from the sea, the hot wind from the desert,
the trees bend in the wind,
and stones fly from all four winds,
into all four winds. They throw stones,
throw this land, one at the other,
but the land always falls back to the land.
They throw the land, but you can’t get rid of it.
Its stones, its soil, but you can’t get rid of it.

They throw stones, throw stones at me
in 1936, 1938, 1948, 1988,
Semites throw stones at Semites and ant-Semites at anti-Semites,
evil men throw and just men throw,
sinners throw and tempters throw,
geologists throw and theologists throw,
archaeologists throw and archhooligans throw,
kidneys throw stones and gall bladders throw,
head stones and forehead stones and the heart of a stone,
stones shaped like a screaming mouth
and stones fitting your eyes
like a pair of glasses,
the past throws stones at the future,
and all of them fall on the present.
Weeping stones and laughing gravel stones,
even God in the Bible threw stones,
even the Urim and Tumim were thrown
and got stuck in the breastplate of justice,
and Herod threw stones and what came out was a Temple.

Oh the poem of stone sadness
Oh the poem thrown on the stones
Oh the poem of thrown stones.
Is there in this land
a stone that was never thrown
and never built and never overturned
and never uncovered and never discovered
and never screamed from a wall and never discarded by the builders
and never closed on top of a grave and never lay under lovers
and never turned into a cornerstone?

Please do not throw any more stones,
you are moving the land,
the holy, whole. open land,
you are moving it to the sea
and the sea doesn’t want it
the sea says, not in me.

Please throw little stones,
throw snail fossils, throw gravel,
justice or injustice from the quarries of Migdal Tzedek,
throw soft stones, throw sweet clods,
throw limestone, throw clay,
throw sand of the seashore,
throw dust of the desert, throw rust,
throw soil, throw wind,
throw air, throw nothing
until your hands are weary
and the war is weary
and even peace will be weary and will be.

1 thought on “Stones and Dreams

  1. Ruth Rosen

    Thank you for the powerful poem STONES AND DREAMS. Also the Interfaith Peace Initiative sounds encouraging. Your blog is so all inclusive, I don’t know where to begin.


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