ARE THERE EVER TOO MANY POEMS?
Are there ever too many poems?
Will the world fall down
If there is one small poem more?
Here we are, my poem and I-
Sitting on a park bench
In the morning sun
In Jerusalem.
What could be holier
For an old Yid
than that?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem