http://www.freebuddhistaudio.com/audio/details?num=LOC1400
The poem he ends with got a little cut off, right at the end. Here it is in full:
The Place Where We Are Right
by Yehuda Amichai
From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.