Yehuda Amichai: Savage Memories

05 November 2019


I think these days of the wind in your hair,
and of my years in the world which preceded your coming,
and of the eternity to which I proceed before you;

and I think of the bullets that did not kill me,
but killed my friends—
they who were better than me because
they did not go on living;

and I think of you standing in summer
naked before the stove,
or bending, the better to read it, over a book
in the last light of day.

Yes, we had more than life.
We must now balance everything
with heavy dreams, and set
savage memories
upon what was once today.

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