Yehuda Amichai

(1924 - 2000 / Würzburg / Germany)

I Want To Die In My Own Bed - Poem by Yehuda Amichai

All night the army came up from Gilgal
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.
Like slits in a tank, their eyes were uncanny,
I'm always the few and they are the many.
I must answer. They can interrogate My head.
But I want to die in My own bed.

The sun stood still in Gibeon. Forever so, it's willing
to illuminate those waging battle and killing.
I may not see My wife when her blood is shed,
But I want to die in My own bed.

Samson, his strength in his long black hair,
My hair they sheared when they made me a hero
Perforce, and taught me to charge ahead.
I want to die in My own bed.

I saw you could live and furnish with grace
Even a lion's den, if you've no other place.
I don't even mind to die alone, to be dead,
But I want to die in My own bed.


Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav


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  • Rookie Cantrell Dicky (3/8/2006 9:16:00 AM)

    I am finding your poems to be so deep and moving
    I read the scriptures and see your heritage and connection
    Your work is very much from the heart (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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