Remember the man in the photo to the right? He stood in front of those tanks during the Tiananmen Square protest in 1989, nothing but a briefcase in his hands. When the tanks tried to maneuver around him, he stepped in front of them again. I don’t know what became of him. When the protest … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Assia Gutmann
A Quiet Joy – Yehuda Amichai (translated by Chana Bloch) I’m standing in a place where I once loved. The rain is falling. The rain is my home. I think words of longing: a landscape out to the very edge of what’s possible. I remember you waving your hand as if wiping mist from the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Yehuda Amichai (tr. by Chana Bloch)
Forgetting Someone – Yehuda Amichai (tr. Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell) Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember. — For more information on Yehuda Amichai, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/yehuda-amichai — Facebook: … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Yehuda Amichai
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