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I Will Not Stop

I will not stop. There are pages left to write, Perhaps whole volumes, A library. I shall express my growth, my words like crop, Whatever good time may set right. I shall invite guests without costumes To read, Conceive, Let ideas marry. All shall continue, lips curled, Words spoken, propagated like a virus sample. Perhaps I shall be whole at the end of it all, An idea, free from shadow and alive. They say a man is a world— His virtues many, His words are ample. And if another comes across them, May he save my soul From archive.

About this poem

This poem was originally written in Hebrew. To see the Hebrew version, click here.

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