
Half the people in the world (Yehudah Amichai)
Half the people in the world love the other half
Half the people have hate the other half.
Must I, because of those and the others, go and wander and
Endlessly change like rain in its cycle,
And sleep among the rocks, and be rugged
Like trunks of olive trees, and hear
The moon bark at me, and camouflage
My love with worries, and grow like the
Timorous grass between railway tracks,
And live in the ground like a mole,
And be with roots and not with branches
And not rest my cheek upon the cheek of Angeles,
And Make love in the first cave, and marry my wife under
The chuppah of beams which support the
Earth and act out my death always to
The last breath and the last words
Without ever understanding,
And put flagpoles on top of my house and a
Bomb shelter at the bottom.
And set forth on the roads
Made only for returning and
Go through all the terrifying stations-
Cat, dog, stick, fire, water, butcher, between
The little goat and the angel of death?