The Time Has Come

to Collect Evidence   (c)


When was the last time I cried.
The time has come to collect evidence
From those who caught me at it. Some are dead.
I wash my eyes with water
To see again the world
Through a wet and painful veil. I need
To collect evidence. These days
For the first time, I have felt pangs
In my heart:
I wasn't scared. I was almost as proud as a boy
Discovering the first hair in his armpits
And his groin.
 


                                    Yehuda Amichai (1924-2000) Israeli

 

My Mother Once Told Me   (c)

My mother once told me
Not to sleep with flowers in the room.
Ever since, I don't sleep
With flowers, I sleep
Alone, without them.

There were lots of flowers,
But I never had enough time.
And beloved people push off
From my life,
Like boats from the shore.

My mother told me
Not to sleep with flowers:
Don't sleep. The mother of my childhood
Won't sleep.

The wooden banister I clutched
When they dragged me off to school
Was burned down long ago.
But my clutching hands remained
Clutching.

                                    Yehuda Amichai (1924-2000) Israeli

 

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