They tell me I am going to die. Why don’t I seem to care? My cup is full. Let it spill — Robert Friend, “My Cup,” Dancing with a Tiger: Poems 1941-1998. (Menard Press August 5, 2008) Originally published September 15th 2003.
And it is written in the book that we shall not fear. And it is written that we too shall change, like the words, in future and in past, in plural and in loneliness. — Yehuda Amichai, from “From Summer or Its End,” The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai. (University of California Press; Exp Rev… Continue reading Yehuda Amichai
In the Middle of This Century In the middle of this century we turned to each other With half faces and full eyes like an ancient Egyptian picture And for a short while. I stroked your hair In the opposite direction to your journey, We called to each other, Like calling out the names of… Continue reading Yehuda Amichai
I want to be filled with longing again till dark burn marks show on my skin. I want to be written again in the Book of Life, to be written every single day till the writing hand hurts. —Yehuda Amichai, from “I Walked Past a House Where I Lived Once,” Art & Love. An Illustrated… Continue reading Yehuda Amichai
And as we stray further from love we multiply the words, words and sentences so long and orderly. Had we remained together we could have become a silence. — Yehuda Amichai, from “Quick And Bitter” Poems of Jerusalem and Love Poems. (Sheep Meadow,1992)