Yehuda Amichai

(1924 - 2000 / Würzburg / Germany)

Yehuda Amichai Poems

1. A Jewish Cemetery In Germany 1/13/2003
2. A Pity. We Were Such A Good Invention 1/20/2003
3. An Arab Shepherd Is Searching For His Goat On Mount Zion 1/13/2003
4. And We Shall Not Get Excited 1/13/2003
5. Do Not Accept 1/13/2003
6. Ein Yahav 1/13/2003
7. Endless Poem 7/20/2003
8. God Full Of Mercy 1/13/2003
9. God Has Pity On Kindergarten Children 1/13/2003
10. Great Serenity: Questions And Answers 7/20/2003
11. I Don'T Know If History Repeats Itself 4/14/2010
12. I Have Become Very Hairy 1/13/2003
13. I Know A Man 1/13/2003
14. I Want To Die In My Own Bed 1/13/2003
15. I Wasn't One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open 12/1/2015
16. If I Forget Thee, Jerusalem 1/13/2003
17. Jews In The Land Of Israel 1/7/2016
18. Let The Memorial Hill Remember 4/14/2010
19. Love Of Jerusalem 1/13/2003
20. Memorial Day For The War Dead 1/13/2003
21. My Child Wafts Peace 1/13/2003
22. My Father 1/13/2003
23. Of Three Or Four In The Room 1/13/2003
24. On Rabbi Kook's Street 1/13/2003
25. Once A Great Love 4/14/2010
26. Pity, We Were A Good Invention 4/14/2010
27. Poem Without an End 12/1/2015
28. Quick And Bitter 4/14/2010
29. Temporary Poem Of My Time 1/13/2003
30. The First Rain 1/13/2003
31. The Little Park Planted 4/14/2010
32. The School Where I Studied 4/14/2010
33. Tourists 1/13/2003
34. Try To Remember Some Details 1/13/2003
35. What Kind Of A Person 1/13/2003
36. Yad Mordechai 1/13/2003
37. You Mustn'T Show Weakness 1/13/2003

Comments about Yehuda Amichai

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/11/2015 1:51:00 PM)

    ''Near the Wall of a House''

    Near the wall of a house painted
    to look like stone,
    I saw visions of God.

    A sleepless night that gives others a headache
    gave me flowers
    opening beautifully inside my brain.

    And he who was lost like a dog
    will be found like a human being
    and brought back home again.

    Love is not the last room: there are others
    after it, the whole length of the corridor
    that has no end.

    (Yehuda Amichai - translated by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell)

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (10/11/2015 3:52:00 PM)

    Another poem by Yehuda Amichai:

    A Man In His Life

    A man doesn't have time in his life
    to have time for everything.

    He doesn't have seasons enough to have
    a season for every purpose.
    Was wrong about that.

    A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
    to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
    with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
    to make love in war and war in love.

    And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
    to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
    what history
    takes years and years to do.

    A man doesn't have time.

    When he loses he seeks, when he finds
    he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
    he begins to forget.

    And his soul is seasoned, his soul
    is very professional.

    Only his body remains forever
    an amateur.
    It tries and it misses,
    gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,
    drunk and blind in its pleasures
    and its pains.

    He will die as figs die in autumn,
    Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
    the leaves growing dry on the ground,
    the bare branches pointing to the place
    where there's time for everything.

  • Doren Robbins Doren Robbins (2/11/2005 3:09:00 AM)

    Amichai speaks in the direct idom of emotion that descended from Whitman's rhythmic prose-poem style. When I read such poems as 'Inside the Apple, ' 'The Real Hero, ' or 'A Pity. We Were Such A Good Invention, ' I understand again that great lyrical poetry is capable of translating the deepest emotions into langauge that brings us to the ground of what living a human life means. That is, his best poems are really hymns to this life full of paradoxical disappointments and exhilarating passion fused with elegies to the duration of those experiences themselves that bring our strongest affirmations.

Best Poem of Yehuda Amichai

An Arab Shepherd Is Searching For His Goat On Mount Zion

An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on Mount Zion
And on the opposite hill I am searching for my little boy.
An Arab shepherd and a Jewish father
Both in their temporary failure.
Our two voices met above
The Sultan's Pool in the valley between us.
Neither of us wants the boy or the goat
To get caught in the wheels
Of the "Had Gadya" machine.

Afterward we found them among the bushes,
And our voices came back inside us
Laughing and crying.

Searching for a goat or for a child has always been
The beginning of a new religion in these mountains.

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Do Not Accept

Do not accept these rains that come too late.
Better to linger. Make your pain
An image of the desert. Say it's said
And do not look to the west. Refuse

To surrender. Try this year too
To live alone in the long summer,
Eat your drying bread, refrain
From tears. And do not learn from

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