Yehuda Amichai

(1924 - 2000 / Würzburg / Germany)

Love Of Jerusalem - Poem by Yehuda Amichai

There is a street where they sell only red meat
And there is a street where they sell only clothes and perfumes. And there
is a day when I see only cripples and the blind
And those covered with leprosy, and spastics and those with twisted lips.

Here they build a house and there they destroy
Here they dig into the earth
And there they dig into the sky,
Here they sit and there they walk
Here they hate and there they love.

But he who loves Jerusalem
By the tourist book or the prayer book
is like one who loves a women
By a manual of sex positions.


Translated by Benjamin and Barbara Harshav


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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