Friday, December 21, 2007

Where My Feet Once Walked

Where my feet once walked
my eyes now go,
and later my memories,
and later the memories of me.
The spirit of God hovers over
what should have been water
and really is water.
The crocuses have flowered early.
They have blossomed in my corruption,
they have ripened in my desire.

- Yehuda Amichai
(translated, from the Hebrew, by Leon Wieseltier)

First Love Also by Yehuda Amichai
Poetry - Schmoetry. Stuff that rhyme and shit.