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 12/1/2015
2. Poem Without an End 12/1/2015
3. Jews In The Land Of Israel 1/7/2016
4. Pity, We Were A Good Invention 4/14/2010
5. Let The Memorial Hill Remember 4/14/2010
6. On Rabbi Kook's Street 1/13/2003
7. My Child Wafts Peace 1/13/2003
8. Yad Mordechai 1/13/2003
9. The Little Park Planted 4/14/2010
10. A Jewish Cemetery In Germany 1/13/2003
11. I Have Become Very Hairy 1/13/2003
12. Ein Yahav 1/13/2003
13. Quick And Bitter 4/14/2010
14. The School Where I Studied 4/14/2010
15. Great Serenity: Questions And Answers 7/20/2003
16. Of Three Or Four In The Room 1/13/2003
17. And We Shall Not Get Excited 1/13/2003
18. Tourists 1/13/2003
19. Try To Remember Some Details 1/13/2003
20. The First Rain 1/13/2003
21. What Kind Of A Person 1/13/2003
22. You Mustn'T Show Weakness 1/13/2003
23. I Don'T Know If History Repeats Itself 4/14/2010
24. Once A Great Love 4/14/2010
25. I Want To Die In My Own Bed 1/13/2003
26. Memorial Day For The War Dead 1/13/2003
27. Temporary Poem Of My Time 1/13/2003
28. Love Of Jerusalem 1/13/2003
29. Do Not Accept 1/13/2003
30. I Know A Man 1/13/2003
31. Endless Poem 7/20/2003
32. My Father 1/13/2003
33. God Full Of Mercy 1/13/2003
34. An Arab Shepherd Is Searching For His Goat On Mount Zion 1/13/2003
35. God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children 1/13/2003
36. If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem 1/13/2003
37. 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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Love Of Jerusalem

There is a street where they sell only red meat
And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes. And there
is a day when I see only cripples and the blind
And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips.

Here they build a house and there they destroy
Here they dig into the earth
And there they dig into the sky,
Here they sit and there they walk

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