Renoir, Girls on the floor
I attacked acre nostalgia,
how people of an old photo that would go with
the beholder, in good light
lamp.
In this house, I think of love as in friendship
changes in the chemistry of our lives, and it reassures us that friendship
near death. And what
is similar to the loose wire
our lives that no longer hope to weave in another warp.
voices coming from the impenetrable wilderness.
powder dust that prophesy. Pass a plane and there
closes under the flash of a big bag of destiny.
And the memory of a beloved face of the girl
passes through the valley, as this bus
night: many
lighted windows, much of her face.
of Yehuda Amichai, Israeli poet who died in 2000 at age 76, considered one of the greatest modern poets.
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