Yehuda Amichai - Yad Mordechai

Yehuda Amichai - Yad Mordechai

Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here br still look out the windows like sick children br who are not allowed outside to play. br And on the hillside, the battle is reenacted br for the benefit of hikers and tourists. Soldiers of thin sheet iron br rise and fall and rise again. Sheet iron dead and a sheet iron life br and the voices all—sheet iron. And the resurrection of the dead, br sheet iron that clangs and clangs. br br And I said to myself: Everyone is attached to his own lament br as to a parachute. Slowly he descends and slowly hovers br until he touches the hard place.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:00

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