And after all that–the rain.
When we learned to read the book of lingering
And the book of parting,
When our hair learned all the winds
And our sweet free hours
Are trained to run all around
In the ring of time.
After all that–the rain.
A big salty sea
Comes to us, stammering
Sweet and heavy drops.
And after all that–the rain.
See, we too
Pour down
To the one who receives us and doesn’t remember,
the spring earth.
translated by Benjamin & Barbara Harshav
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last lines – beautiful
Yes, I find great pleasure in dipping back into his work.
Reblogged this on Another Kind Of Grass.
Thanks for reblogging this Amichai poem.
You’re most welcome Leonard! 😀