I Don't Know Why You

From Russia I Didn't Bring Out A Single Happy Memory, Only Sad, Tragic Ones. The Nightmare Of Pogroms, The Brutality Of Cossacks Charging Young Socialists, Fear, Shrieks Of Terror.

It Is A Dreadful Thing To See The Dead City. Next To The Port I Found Children, Women, The Old, Waiting For A Way To Leave. I Entered The Houses, There Were Houses Where The Coffee And Pita Bread Were Left On The Table, And I Could Not Avoid [thinking] That This, Indeed, Had Been The Picture In Many Jewish Towns [i.e., In Europe, During World War Ii].

Can We Today Measure Devotion To Husband And Children By Our Indifference To Everything Else?

The Only Alternative To War Is Peace And The Only Road To Peace Is Negotiations.

The Egyptians Could Run To Egypt, The Syrians Into Syria. The Only Place We Could Run Was Into The Sea, And Before We Did That We Might As Well Fight.