Aftergrowth
Rakhel (Rachel Bluwstein)
1925
Behold I have not plowed nor have I planted,
I have not prayed for the rain.
And suddenly, see! My fields have grown
Sun-blessed grain instead of thistle.
Is it the aftergrowth of ancient produce,
Grains of joy, cut then?
That have visited me during the days of distress
Burst forth, risen up in me in a mysterious way.
Flourish, grow, fields of…
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