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.
My Father
About the poet
Yehuda Amichai
1924 - 2000/IsraeliYehuda Amichai was an Israeli poet. Amichai was born in Germany, then immigrated with his family to Palestine in 1936. He fought in the Israeli War of Independence as a young man, but became an advocate of peace and reconciliation in the re…
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A Dog After Love
After you left meI let a dog smell at
Forgetting Someone
Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the lightin the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember.
Tourists
Visits of condolence is all we get from them.They squat at the Holocaust Memorial,
Before
Before the gate has been closed,before the last question is posed,
Jerusalem
On a roof in the Old CityLaundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
