Yehuda Amichai

(1924 - 2000 / Würzburg / Germany)

Yehuda Amichai Poems

1. I Wasn't One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open -new- 12/1/2015
2. Poem Without an End -new- 12/1/2015
3. The Little Park Planted 4/14/2010
4. The School Where I Studied 4/14/2010
5. Pity, We Were A Good Invention 4/14/2010
6. Let The Memorial Hill Remember 4/14/2010
7. Once A Great Love 4/14/2010
8. Yad Mordechai 1/13/2003
9. Quick And Bitter 4/14/2010
10. Tourists 1/13/2003
11. The First Rain 1/13/2003
12. I Don'T Know If History Repeats Itself 4/14/2010
13. What Kind Of A Person 1/13/2003
14. You Mustn'T Show Weakness 1/13/2003
15. Try To Remember Some Details 1/13/2003
16. Temporary Poem Of My Time 1/13/2003
17. My Child Wafts Peace 1/13/2003
18. Memorial Day For The War Dead 1/13/2003
19. And We Shall Not Get Excited 1/13/2003
20. On Rabbi Kook's Street 1/13/2003
21. Do Not Accept 1/13/2003
22. Of Three Or Four In The Room 1/13/2003
23. I Have Become Very Hairy 1/13/2003
24. Ein Yahav 1/13/2003
25. Great Serenity: Questions And Answers 7/20/2003
26. Love Of Jerusalem 1/13/2003
27. I Want To Die In My Own Bed 1/13/2003
28. A Jewish Cemetery In Germany 1/13/2003
29. Endless Poem 7/20/2003
30. My Father 1/13/2003
31. I Know A Man 1/13/2003
32. If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem 1/13/2003
33. God Full Of Mercy 1/13/2003
34. God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children 1/13/2003
35. An Arab Shepherd Is Searching For His Goat On Mount Zion 1/13/2003
36. A Pity. We Were Such A Good Invention 1/20/2003
Best Poem of 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.

A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.

We even flew a little.

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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,
But with an old body from ancient times
And with a God even older than my body.
I'm a person for the surface of the earth.
Low places, caves and wells
Frighten me. Mountain peaks

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