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by Yehuda Amichai

Jerusalem

 On a roof in the Old City
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,
To wipe off the sweat of his brow.
In the sky of the Old City A kite.
At the other end of the string, A child I can't see Because of the wall.
We have put up many flags, They have put up many flags.
To make us think that they're happy.
To make them think that we're happy.


by Yehuda Amichai

Once A Great Love

 Once a great love cut my life in two.
The first part goes on twisting at some other place like a snake cut in two.
The passing years have calmed me and brought healing to my heart and rest to my eyes.
And I'm like someone standing in the Judean desert, looking at a sign: "Sea Level" He cannot see the sea, but he knows.
Thus I remember your face everywhere at your "face Level.
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by Yehuda Amichai

Before

 Before the gate has been closed,
before the last quetion is posed,
before I am transposed.
Before the weeds fill the gardens, before there are no pardons, before the concrete hardens.
Before all the flute-holes are covered, beore things are locked in then cupboard, before the rules are discovered.
Before the conclusion is planned, before God closes his hand, before we have nowhere to stand.


by Yehuda Amichai

A Dog After Love

 After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly.
It will fill its nose And set out to find you.
I hope it will tear the Testicles of your lover and bite off his penis Or at least Will bring me your stockings between his teeth.


by Yehuda Amichai

Near The Wall Of A House

 Near the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.
A sleepless night that gives others a headache gave me flowers opening beautifully inside my brain.
And he who was lost like a dog will be found like a human being and brought back home again.
Love is not the last room: there are others after it, the whole length of the corridor that has no end.


by Yehuda Amichai

Forgetting Someone

 Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light 
 in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day 

But then it is the light that makes you remember.


by Yehuda Amichai

A Pity We Were Such A Good Invention

 They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I'm concerned They are all surgeons.
All of them.
They dismantled us Each from the other.
As far as I'm concerned They are all engineers.
All of them.
A pity.
We were such a good And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.


by Yehuda Amichai

My Father

 The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body, and the rivers of his hands overflowed with good deeds.


by Yehuda Amichai

I Have Become Very Hairy

 I have become very hairy all over my body.
I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur.
My multicolored shirt has no meaning of love -- it looks like an air photo of a railway station.
At night my body is open and awake under the blanket, like eyes under the blindfold of someone to be shot.
Restless I shall wander about; hungry for life I'll die.
Yet I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.


by Yehuda Amichai

The First Rain

 The first rain reminds me
Of the rising summer dust.
The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear.
A year is a trained beast with no memories.
Soon you will again wear your harnesses, Beautiful and embroidered, to hold Sheer stockings: you Mare and harnesser in one body.
The white panic of soft flesh In the panic of a sudden vision Of ancient saints.


by Yehuda Amichai

I Know A Man

 I know a man
who photographed the view he saw
from the window of the room where he made love
and not the face of the woman he loved there.


by Yehuda Amichai

Ein Yahav

 A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert,
a drive in the rain.
Yes, in the rain.
There I met people who grow date palms, there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees, there I saw hope barbed as barbed wire.
And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be like barbed wire to keep out despair, hope must be a mine field.


by Yehuda Amichai

The Little Park Planted

 The little park planted in memory of a boy
who fell in the war begins 
to resemble him
as he was twenty eight years ago.
Year by year they look more alike.
His old parents come almost daily to sit on a bench and look at him.
And every night the memory in the garden hums like a little motor.
During the day you can't hear it.