Mahfil. vol. 1^ no, 1 9 In the fields crannies and cracks Spread again the compost — your blood. Again^ water the soil — with your tears. Again^ plan for the next crop, Plan for the next crop When again we must suffer ruin, If just one crop ripens, we shall have enough. Till then^ we must try again,••and again,.•• WE WHO WERE KILLED IN HALF-LIT^STREETS (ham .10 tarlk rahoN meN mare gave) (After reading the letters of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg) For the love of your flower lips 5 We were sacrificed on the gibbet "s dry branch, For the desire of the torches of your arms 5 We were killed in half-lit streets. Far from our lips — on the gibbet -- Flashed the moisture of your lips, Your scented hair billowed^ And the silver of your arms gleamed, When tortured evening fell upon your path^ We followed as we could; On our lips 9 sweet words; in our heart, a torch of sorrows Our sorrow was witness to your beauty, Looki We stood fast to our word 5 We who were killed in half-lit streets, We were fated to fail 9 Yet we willed our love, ?0 complains if love's affairs end in separation? More caravans of lovers will pi-ck up banners And set out anew, Our steps have shortened the pain Scattered on their path of desire, For them 9 we -- by giving our lives -- Made known to all the secret of your love 5 We who were killed in half-lit streets, (Written in Montgomery Jail^ May 15^ 19'5}+)