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Слушать(AI)My Child Wafts Peace
My child wafts peace.
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap.
All the people were children wafting peace.(And in the whole land, not even
Millstone remained that still turned).
Oh, the land torn like
That can't be mended.
Hard, lonely fathers even in the cave of the Makhpela*Childless silence.
My child wafts peace.
His mother's womb promised
What God
Promise us.* The traditional burial place in Hebron of Abraham and the other Patriarchs and Matriarchs of Israel.
Translated by Benjamin and Barbara Harshav
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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