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When the sadness comes, don’t welcome it in.
Let it stand outside your door all night in the pouring rain and
don’t pay attention to the rapid knocking.
After a while, it will stop
but its presence will continue to be a welcome mat
outside your front door.
Start wiping your feet on its chest,
start wringing it out in the dirt,
start using the back door instead.
When the sadness comes, tell it to leave.
Hold its bones in the palms of your hands
and say, ‘You do not belong here.’

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Hello! You! Yes you! 
Who crosses here in the avenue / Have you ever given your thoughts to poetry? / Has that guy who fled/ left a shredded syllable behind him? /  and have teenage wars with a parent / who drove you insane / and not by chance / leave after them, on a good day that is, the crosses, clusters and dots that give words their sounds [ in Hebrew vowels are marked with dots and lines around the letters themselves.] / Sometimes a memory, hidden and scarce / is bundled into a punctuation mark/ And if a rhyme tortures you…
Wait a minute.
What, no?
Then never mind. 



[In Hebrew this poem rhymes like a lullaby]  
Translation by Yuval Dotan & Leigh 

Hello! You! Yes you! 

Who crosses here in the avenue / Have you ever given your thoughts to poetry? / Has that guy who fled/ left a shredded syllable behind him? /  and have teenage wars with a parent / who drove you insane / and not by chance / leave after them, on a good day that is, the crosses, clusters and dots that give words their sounds [ in Hebrew vowels are marked with dots and lines around the letters themselves.] / Sometimes a memory, hidden and scarce / is bundled into a punctuation mark/ And if a rhyme tortures you…

Wait a minute.

What, no?

Then never mind. 

[In Hebrew this poem rhymes like a lullaby]  

Translation by Yuval Dotan & Leigh