Near the Wall of a House by Yehuda Amichai
Edith Tiempo passed away yesterday. She was 92. I feel a strange kind of sadness. I will never meet her. I won’t pretend how much an impact she has made on my life — I didn’t go to the workshop, I wasn’t one of them. But one of her poems has been with me since I was twelve. She has my heart. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to thank her enough.
Near the Wall of a House
Yehuda AmichaiNear the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.A sleepless night that gives others a headache
gave me flowers
opening beautifully inside my brain.And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.
especially nice to see flashing ads with every work you present
get a life
Lowell, from my observation the author of this blog is using a free version of WordPress. That means the presence of ads on the individual posts. I don’t think she has control over that. She has stated in the About post that she doesn’t earn money from this.
Like all the other people who come and go here, I am a long time reader of this site. I don’t know about you, but I appreciate all the time and effort she has put into this, and I am grateful that this is here.
Dear Author, I apologize for being forward, but I just want you to know that for every Lowell that you get visiting your site, there are many more of us who love what you do. Good day.
Wow this is sooooo beautiful wow