awn, no rising of the sun, only a
different angle facing it.

'YET DAWN IS EVER THE HOPE OF MEN.' TOLKIEN, THE TRENCHES, WORLD WAR
I. BULLETS POPPING IN THE MUD..... He rolled over onto the side on
which he slept, the microphone still in his hand. "Trench fever. The
veterans hospitals. Feeling he would never get well....." FEVER. .
.NEVER GET WELL. COLD FEVER. NEVER GET WELL..... NEVER. . .FEELING.
With that he fell asleep.
And the next day, he rose again to face the onslaught.

Part, the Last

When the Zionists took Israel,
Land of their deepest fathers
With just cause, and more than that
It raised the hopes of many, that empty, horrible
Holocaust
Would not be utterly meaningless.

Writers, artists, and musicians
Jew and Gentile, belief and disbelieving
Flocked to this new human banner
In tribute to this triumph of the soul---
'Exodus' it was called---
Imparting unto the new inhabitants, the more so
Because the darkness still remained

Blank checks of righteousness.
Even Wouk, who walked with honesty and selflessness
through two-thousand pages
Rightly. Hoping perhaps, to help the prophesy fulfill
Even he, at the end, made this mistake.

For it is not enough to be right
The heart must also remain true.

"Goyim kill Goyim,
and they come to hang the Jews."*

*Menachim Begin, Prime Minister of Israel, when questioned whether his
troops had allowed Lebanese Christian militia to massacre more than a
hundred men, women and children in a Palestinian refugee camp.

The Palestinians still had no homeland, after two-hundred and forty
years. The ill-conceived and ill-fated PLO had long since
self-destructed. Its thoughtless acts of terrorism could hardly have
done less to loosen Israel's grip on the West Bank of the Jordan river,
or to win favor and sympathy abroad. And the Israelis themselves (or
so their actions would seem to indicate) had never for a single instant
intended to return either Jerusalem to the Moslems, or even to make it
an int