Category Archives: Yehuda Amichai

Poem – 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. Advertisements

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – Endless Poem

In a modern museum In an old synagogue In the synagogue I Within me My heart Within my heart A museum Within a museum A synagogue Within it I Within me My heart Within my heart A museum

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Poem – What Kind Of A Person

“What kind of a person are you,” I heard them say to me. I’m a person with a complex plumbing of the soul, Sophisticated instruments of feeling and a system Of controlled memory at the end of the twentieth century, … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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Poem – The School Where I Studied

I passed by the school where I studied as a boy and said in my heart: here I learned certain things and didn’t learn others. All my life I have loved in vain the things I didn’t learn. I am … Continue reading

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Poem – 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 … Continue reading

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