PsalmodistLet shrieking steel and gray stone be setFor green grass; the clash of hammer and tongsAnd the rush of wheels - birdsong;Grating of saws - the summer cricket; the pious poet -The merchant. And as in earliest and early daysThe grass will shoot its stalk through the rockIn rhythm with the cricket; and over the clanging shockOf steel - the bird's song will range far and away.So too the poet: pious, from market noises,From business bustling and the wheels' clatterHe will move apart with parchment, ink and featherTo the holiness of the word, which in its commonnessIs strong - to stitch prayers for the world: to knitThe heart to God, to unbind the sorrow on silent lips.
Lieb, Mani. "Psalmodist" Voices Within the Ark: The Modern Jewish Poets. New York: Avon Books, 1980.