Yehuda Amichai - Jerusalem

Foto de Puja

On a roof in the Old City
Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
The towel of a man who is my enemy,
To wipe off the sweat of his brow.

In the sky of the Old City
A kite.
At the other end of the string,
A child
I can't see
Because of the wall.

We have put up many flags,
They have put up many flags.
To make us think that they're happy.
To make them think that we're happy.




Yehuda Amichai (Poeta Israelita, nascido na Alemanha, 1924-2000)

Biografia de Yehuda Amichai

Aharon Shabtai - Mientras Marchabamos

Foto de CyberGus

Hace dos días en Rafi’ah,
nueve árabes fueron asesinados,
ayer seis
fueron muertos en Hebron,
y hoy —sólo dos.
El año pasado
mientras marchábamos
desde la calle Shenkin,
un hombre en motocicleta
nos gritó:
"Muerte a los árabes!"
En la esquina de Labor
frente al mercado de Bezalel,
junto a la carnicería
de Braun,
y en la esquina de Bograshov:
"¡Muerte a los árabes!"
Durante un año entero
este poema estuvo tirado
sobre la acera
a lo largo de la calle King George,
y hoy
lo levanto y compongo
su línea final:
"¡Vida a los árabes!"




Aharon Shabtai (Poeta de Israel, 1939- )

Biografia de Aharon Shabtai

Yehuda Amichai - A Precise Woman

A precise woman with a short haircut brings order
to my thoughts and my dresser drawers,
moves feelings around like furniture
into a new arrangement.
A woman whose body is cinched at the waist and firmly divided
into upper and lower,
with weather-forecast eyes
of shatterproof glass.
Even her cries of passion follow a certain order,
one after the other:
tame dove, then wild dove,
then peacock, wounded peacock, peacock, peacock,
the wild dove, tame dove, dove dove
thrush, thrush, thrush.

A precise woman: on the bedroom carpet
her shoes always point away from the bed.
(My own shoes point toward it.)




Yehuda Amichai (Poeta Israelita, nascido na Alemanha, 1924-2000)

Biografia de Yehuda Amichai