© 1984, 2011 Aya Katz
Note: I wrote this poem in my twenties when I was contemplating what compromises might be necessary in order to bear a child. Would I have to give up on true love? Would I have to submit to someone who was not my equal? Would I have to do something low in order to get anything at all? Is no wages in the end a far more bitter punishment than the wages of sin? These questions are always with us, no matter what it is we are trying to accomplish. Is it better to break a few eggs to make an omelette, or to do nothing, for fear of doing something wrong? And is there some other, alternative way to accomplish our goals, that will not sully our hands, break our hearts or our lose us our souls?
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