(An interpretation of a Jewish face) <br /> <br />You've inherited the great ram's features, <br />The black-wooled one that bred with Jacob's herds. <br />You found yourself enough in the desert, <br />On the thistleweed that bent in the wind. <br /> <br />When the shepherd called, you fine animal, <br />You came skipping, your high heart pounding. <br />You pranced and pawed the ground with your hooves, <br />Which now is your tendency to make jokes. <br /> <br />But when the warrior with his steel honor <br />Climbed his horse and poked out his lance, <br />You timidly forced yourself back into your fold <br />And baaed there quietly and without hope.<br /><br />Franz Werfel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ram/
