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Слушать(AI)Quick And Bitter
The end was quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet was the time between us,slow and sweet were the nightswhen my hands did not touch one another in despair but in the love of your body which camebetween them.
And when I entered into you it seemed then that great happinesscould be measured with precisionof sharp pain.
Quick and bitter.
Slow and sweet were the nights.
Now is bitter and grinding as sand—"Let's be sensible" and similiar curses.
And as we stray further from lovewe multiply the words,words and sentences so long and orderly.
Had we remained together we could have become a silence.
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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