blog, israeli politics, my life in tel aviv, poetryamichai Oren sent me a piece of a poem by Amichai today and it sticks so much in my mind I had to translate it for you: “Where was he injured” you don’t know if the intention is a part of his body or a place in the country. Sometimes a bullet passes through a person’s body and injures the land as well. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Ut elit tellus, luctus nec ullamcorper mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo. amichai – a piece of poem Read Post »
israeli politics, poetryamichai Yehuda Amichai ON THE DAY OF ATONEMENT On the Day of Atonement in 1967 I put on my festive dark suit and went to the Old City in Jerusalem. I stood for a long time before the alcove shop of an Arab not far from the Damascus Gate, a store of buttons and zippers and spools of multicolor threads and snaps and buckles. A splendid multi-colored light, like an open Holy Ark. I told him in my heart that my father too had just such a shop of threads and buttons. I explained to him in my heart of all the decades and the events and the reasons I am now here, and my father’s shop is burned up there and he is buried here. When I finished it was the hour of Ne’ila. He too pulled down the shutter and locked the gate And I returned home with all the worshippers *Ne’ila is the final prayer of the Day of Atonement, when the gates to heaven are locked as the fates of all have been sealed. tonight is an evening about Amichai on Jerusalem. For the link press here. may 9, 2021 – Amichai on jerusalem Read Post »