Tourists (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, Long since, saw Byron's struggle cease. But one such death remain'd to come; The ...
'Twas August, and the fierce sun overhead Smote on the squalid streets of Bethnal Green, And the pale weaver, through ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
You begin this way: this is your hand, this is your eye, this is a fish, blue and flat on ...
The night has been long, The wound has been deep, The pit has been dark, And the walls have been ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would ...
It's easy to fight when everything's right, And you're mad with the thrill and the glory; It's easy to cheer ...
It's the hand we clasp with an honest grasp That gives a hearty thrill; It's the good we pour into ...
Start where you stand and never mind the past, The past won't help you in beginning new, If you have ...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height ...
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