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Bikkurim – a sonnet

As the builder beholds a great tower
He with working hands had raised,
Or the teacher, as a blooming flower
Grows in its own wondrous ways;
So the farmer beholds his yield,
Grown by God’s sweet land and he —
How it colors so the lovely field!
How splendid, the land in finery!
Yet — watch! not with vigor less
Prepares the scythe to scrape the paints
And lay the massive canvas fresh:
A season’s work anew awaits!
But first, long robed in rosy band,
For God, who blesses His promised land.

About the Author
Shai Goldman spent three years studying talmud at Yeshivat Har Etzion. He is currently pursuing his bachelors in Computer Science at Columbia University. There, while taking the required core literature courses, he fell in love with poetry, and began writing poems of his own.
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