A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, <br />a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. <br />There I met people who grow date palms, <br />there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees, <br />there I saw hope barbed as barbed wire. <br />And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be <br />like barbed wire to keep out despair, <br />hope must be a mine field. <br /> <br />Translated by Chana Bloch and Chana Kronfeld<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ein-yahav/
