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Quick And Bitter

The end was quick and bitter.

Slow and sweet was the time between us,

slow and sweet were the nights

when my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love

of your body which came

between them.

And when I entered into you

it seemed then that great happiness

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.

Yehuda Amichai

A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life

A man doesn't have time in his life

to have time for everything.

He doesn't have seasons enough to have

a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes

Was wrong about that.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,

to laugh and cry with the same eyes,

with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,

Yehuda Amichai

God Full Of Mercy

God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead.

If God was not full of mercy,

Mercy would have been in the world,

Not just in Him.

I, who plucked flowers in the hills

And looked down into all the valleys,

I, who brought corpses down from the hills,

Can tell you that the world is empty of mercy.

Yehuda Amichai

The Diameter Of The Bomb

The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters

and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters,

with four dead and eleven wounded.

And around these, in a larger circle

of pain and time, two hospitals are scattered

and one graveyard. But the young woman

who was buried in the city she came from,

at a distance of more than a hundred kilometers,

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

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.

Yehuda Amichai

Try To Remember Some Details

Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing

of the one you love

so that on the day of loss you'll be able to say: last seen

wearing such-and-such, brown jacket, white hat.

Try to remember some details. For they have no face

and their soul is hidden and their crying

is the same as their laughter,

and their silence and their shouting rise to one height

Yehuda Amichai