I Want To Die In My Own Bed (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
All night the army came up from Gilgal To get to the killing field, and that's all. In the ground, ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
My shadow said to me: what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart’s ...
Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men ...
Simple things are lovely things. Rain, dropping from the eaves, Is molten silver streaming down, Upon the fallen leaves. The ...
We walk in a world that is strange and unknown And in the midst of the crowd we still feel ...
If you had a friend strong, simple, true, Who knew your faults and who understood; Who believed in the very ...
You say you have no faith? Love - and faith will come. You say you are sad? Love - and ...
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