“…And now the slack knees tremble, the eye blears,
And mist-wreaths blur the mirror of the brain.
And Memory, in her niche, with fumbling fingers
Plucks at old dreams mislaid which crumble soon;
And there is naught she touches now that lingers;
And her lamp smokes and dims, a clouded moon.
And Youth, a long way off, looks sidewise over
Into the place of shadow, and stops singing…”
Sunday Sayings: Extract of Lee Wilson Dodd’s poem “Age and Youth” to accompany this photo of two women. Both with the same name, both moved from Eastern Europe to Israel, – separated only by age and experience.
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