From Grossman

to Natan Zach...

(...)

When we came home my lover said:
Now, for sure, you'll write a political poem.
I told her: No, it's still the same poem.
And she asked: What's it about?
I said: About the times gone mad,
except that we've learned to live with it,
which is a great evil;
and a man's life is as hard as ever,
we've seen it all before,
but we mustn't announce it so as not
to disseminate fear and confusion.
She said: And that's a poem?
And I said: No, indeed, it didn't come out too well,
you're right, I've decided to scrap it.
I'll only publish this
so at least they'll know what it contained.

(...)