"Things like to get lost and be found again by others. Only human beings love to find themselves." #poetry #humans #poemsofjerusalem #yehudaamichai

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"Things like to get lost and be found again by others. Only human beings love to find themselves." #poetry #humans #poemsofjerusalem #yehudaamichai
when you do nice things to me//all heavy industry shuts down. #poetry #wordsmatter #yehudaamichai #poemsofjerusalem #songsforawoman
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall And they laugh behind heavy curtains In their hotels. They have their pictures taken Together with our famous dead At Rachel’s Tomb and Herzl’s Tomb And on the top of Ammunition Hill. They weep over our sweet boys And lust over our tough girls And hang up their underwear To dry quickly In cool, blue bathrooms. Once I sat on the steps by a gate at David’s Tower, I placed my two heavy baskets at my side. A group of tourists was standing around their guide and I became their target marker. 'You see that man with the baskets? Just right of his head there’s an arch from the Roman period. Just right of his head.' 'But he’s moving, he’s moving!' I said to myself: redemption will come only if their guide tells them, 'You see that arch from the Roman period? It’s not important: but next to it, left and down a bit, there sits a man who’s bought fruit and vegetables for his family.'
Yehuda Amichai, Tourists