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Слушать(AI)Love Of Jerusalem
There is a street where they sell only red
And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes.
And thereis a day when I see only cripples and the
And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips.
Here they build a house and there they
Here they dig into the
And there they dig into the sky,
Here they sit and there they
Here they hate and there they love.
But he who loves
By the tourist book or the prayer bookis like one who loves a
By a manual of sex positions.
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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