Of All the Faces
Of all the faces that tossed me about
all through the day,
one face is left
to which I am anchored.
Of all the voices
that outshouted me,
one voice is left
in which I tremble.
From all the paths that led me
astray,
one town emerged,
with its streets,
squares,
and tunnels.
Translated by Lucy S. Dawidowicz and Florence Victor
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