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If I Must

2 May 2017My Own Private Judaeo-hope, language, love, poetry, religion, societySaul

My god’s name is Love — some say “Lehovah.”
But though nômen ômen est, a word’s
not in the sound but in the speaking;
not in the letters but the reading.
And Moses stuttered.

‘ou gar eisin duo ê polloi synagomenoi eis
to emon onoma, ekei eimi en mesôi autôn

[4 December 1999]

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