Tuesday, April 17, 2007

After Blacksburg, I am Without Words


I am like a leaf that knows its limits
And doesn't want to extend beyond them,
Not to bend with nature, not to flow into the big world.

I am so quiet now that
I can't imagine
I ever shouted, even as a baby in pain.

And my face, what is left
After they hewed it for love,
Like a quarry. Now abandoned.

-Yehuda Amichai, from "Time" (1978)
in Yehuda Amichai: A Life of Poetry, 1948-1994 (HarperCollins, 1994).


Blogger Suzanne said...


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Blogger Sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks, Greg, for this post of Amichai. The closing stanza is impacting.

6:32 PM  

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