By Yochanan Sacks
Bring us
into the furrow of your brow
for tomorrow we begin to think
like you, train our thoughts
with your face’s textures
with the unbloomed smile
you lay upon your word
as the bell-peal spreads
through the air to a deaf man
not heard, but its quiverings
seen in the leaves
Yochanan Sacks is from Monsey, New York
This article was featured in the Fall 1999(5760)
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