Advice for good love

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Advice for good love

A man in his life
I have become very hairy
I know a man
Ein Yahav
The little park planted
God has pity on kindergarten children
Advice for good love
Forgetting someone

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.

AuthorYehuda Amichai
2018-08-21T17:23:23+00:00 December 1st, 2004|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 39|0 Comments