Yehuda Amichai

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

Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west,
Latin writing, from west to east
Languages are like cats:
You must not stroke their hair the wrong way

All night the army came up from
To get to the killing field, and that's all
In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead
I want to die in My own bed

The first rain reminds
Of the rising summer dust
The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear
A year is a trained beast with no memories

I don't Know if history repeats
But I do know that you don't
I remember that city was didvided Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But Between me and you,

If I forget thee,
Jerusalem,
Then let my right be forgotten
Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember

Do not accept these rains that come too late
Better to linger
Make your
An image of the desert

Yad Mordechai
Those who fell herestill look out the windows like sick childrenwho are not allowed outside to play
And on the hillside, the battle is reenactedfor the benefit of hikers and tourists
Soldiers of thin sheet ironrise and...

Mr
Beringer, whose sonfell at the Canal that strangers dugso ships could cross the desert,crosses my path at Jaffa Gate
He has grown very thin, has lostthe weight of his son
That's why he floats so lightly in the alleysand gets caug...

They amputated Your thighs from my waist
For me they are always Surgeons
All of them
They dismantled us One from another

On a roof in the Old
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,

Memorial day for the war dead
Add nowthe grief of all your losses to their grief,even of a woman that has left you
Mixsorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,which stacks holiday and sacrifice and mourningon one day for easy, conven...