Words That May Inspire You

The Poetry of Yehuda Amichai

Eternity is a perfected form of mutual loneliness.

My child still unborn is also a war orphan
of three wars in which I was not killed,
but he is a war orphan of all of them.

Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.

"A man learns to talk in his childhood
So he can talk to himself
When he remains more and more alone,
Talking with others is an ephemeral stage."

Grief is a heavy wooden board,
tears are nails.

Departure from a place where you
had no love
includes the pain of all that did
not happen
together with the longing for what
will happen after you leave.

She answered me: My soul is rent and torn like yours
But it is beautiful because of that
Like fine lace.