Near the Wall of a House by Yehuda Amichai

Yehuda Amichai

Near the Wall of a House by Yehuda Amichai

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Edith Tiempo passed away yesterday.

She was 92. I feel a strange kind of sadness. I will never meet her. I won’t pretend how much an impact she has made on my life — I didn’t go to the workshop, I wasn’t one of them. But

one of her poems

has been with me since I was twelve. She has my heart. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to thank her enough.

Near the Wall of a House

Yehuda Amichai

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.

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