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Visits of condolence is all we get from them.
They squat at the Holocaust Memorial,
They put on grave faces at the Wailing
And they laugh behind heavy
In their hotels.
They have their pictures
Together with our famous
At Rachel's Tomb and Herzl's
And on Ammunition Hill.
They weep over our sweet
And lust after our tough
And hang up their
To dry
In cool, blue bathrooms.
Yehuda Amichai
Yehuda Amichai (3 May 1924 – 22 September 2000) was an Israeli poet. Amichai is considered, both in Israel and internationally, as Israel's grea
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