
Before the
gate has been closed,
Before the last question is posed,
Before I am
transposed.
Before the weeds fill the gardens,
Before there
are no pardons,
Before the concrete is hardened,
Before all
the flute-holes are covered,
Before all things are locked in
cupboards,
Before the
rules are discovered.
Before the conclusion is planned,
Before God
closes His Hand,
Before we have nowhere to stand.
Written by
Yehuda Amichai
Translated
by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell
1924-2000