“How lovely are thy dwellings, Jacob! ” this was said
by Balaam in the wilderness, and then by Brahms,
who requiesced. Can we afford to go ahead,
converting them to condominiums lacking charm?
1/31/07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You could have something here Gershon. Maybe our towers are in danger of tumbling over! jim