‘As for the signal of my heart

and the plans of my flesh,

as for the writing on the wall,

I am always ignoramus: I can’t

read or write

and my head is empty as a weed,

knowing only the secret whisper

and the motion in the wind

when a fate passes through me, to

some other place.'

— Yehuda Amichai,

“As for the World”

( #translation : Stephen Mitchell )

#poetry #israel #mystery