The Limestone
Avner Treinin
1999
If it forms the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are constantly homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water.
—Auden, “In Praise of Limestone”
If beauty and truth were to overlap in poetry
And if the water were to melt the stone indeed—
Then Jerusalem would not even be.
She exists because poetry disappoints
And she does…
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