All Poems
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Jerusalem
© Yehuda Amichai
On a roof in the Old City
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,
To wipe off the sweat of his brow.
A Dedication
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Take these rhymes into thy grace,
Since they are of thy begetting,
Lady, that dost make each place
Where thou art a jewel's setting.
If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem
© Yehuda Amichai
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Then let my right be forgotten.
Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember.
Let my left remember, and your right close
And your mouth open near the gate.
Songs Set To Music: 20. Set By Mr. De Fesch
© Matthew Prior
Since by ill fate I'm forced away,
And snatch'd so soon from those dear arms,
Against my will I must obey,
And leave those sweet endearing charms.
Wildpeace
© Yehuda Amichai
Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.
Sonnet III: Love's Testament
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O thou who at Love's hour ecstatically
Unto my heart dost evermore present,
The Little Park Planted
© Yehuda Amichai
And every night the memory in the garden
hums like a little motor.
During the day you can't hear it.
The Day Of Judgment
© Edith Nesbit
When the bearing and doing are over,
And no more is to do or bear,
Love Of Jerusalem
© Yehuda Amichai
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.
Down In A Shaded Garden
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Down in a shaded garden
I laid upon earth my head:
The deep trees murmured, darkly fresh,
Over my bed;
A Dog After Love
© Yehuda Amichai
After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly. It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.
Rondel
© George MacDonald
I know thy love unspeakable-
For love's sake able to send woe!
To find thine own thou lost didst go,
And wouldst for men thy blood yet spill!-
How should I know thy final will,
Godwise too good for me to know!
I Have Become Very Hairy
© Yehuda Amichai
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;
My Child Wafts Peace
© Yehuda Amichai
My child wafts peace.
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap.
The Call of The Impossible
© Sri Aurobindo
Our godhead calls us in unrealised things.
Asleep in the wide fields of destiny,
A world guarded by Silence' rustling wings
Sheltered their fine impossibility.
Memorial Day For The War Dead
© Yehuda Amichai
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
the grief of all your losses to their grief,
even of a woman that has left you. Mix
sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,
which stacks holiday and sacrifice and mourning
on one day for easy, convenient memory.
A Prayer
© Alfred Noyes
Only a little, O Father, only to rest
Or ever the night comes and the eternal sleep,
Only to rest a little, a little to weep
In the dead love's pitiful arms, on the dead love's breast,
A Jewish Cemetery In Germany
© Yehuda Amichai
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery,
a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by shrubs,
abandoned and forgotten. Neither the sound of prayer
nor the voice of lamentation is heard there
Ode to Autumn
© Thomas Hood
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
