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Half The People In The World

Written by: Yehuda Amichai | Biography
 Half the people in the world love the other half, 
 half the people hate the other half.
Must I because of this half and that half go wandering 
 and changing ceaselessly like rain in its cycle, 
 must I sleep among rocks, and grow rugged like 
 the trunks of olive trees,
and hear the moon barking at me,
and camouflage my love with worries,
and sprout like frightened grass between the railroad 
and live underground like a mole,
and remain with roots and not with branches, and not 
 feel my cheek against the cheek of angels, and 
 love in the first cave, and marry my wife 
 beneath a canopy of beams that support the earth,
and act out my death, always till the last breath and 
 the last words and without ever understandig,
and put flagpoles on top of my house and a bob shelter 
 underneath. And go out on rads made only for 
 returning and go through all the apalling 
 between the kid and the angel of death?
Half the people love,
half the people hate.
And where is my place between such well-matched halves, 
 and through what crack will I see the white housing 
 projects of my dreams and the bare foot runners 
 on the sands or, at least, the waving of a girl's 
 kerchief, beside the mound?