A man in this life


In a quest to broaden my poetry horizon, I have come across Yehuda Amichai. Got stuck re-reading below poem over and over, even though I understood it during the first read.

I think I like it because it shakes the dust off some of my beliefs that got forgotten in the vast attic of my mind. Plus I’m always impressed when people can condense what I might think about during an entire life in a few verses.

PS: As I was searching for an image I came across one of his book covers and yelped with delight: what better book cover than a Magritte painting!

PPS: I see a distinct pattern arising in the poets that I really like……. interesting.

A man in his life 

A man doesn’t have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn’t have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.

A man doesn’t have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.
And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn’t learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures
and its pains.

He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there’s time for everything.
Yehuda Amichai


~ by spasmicallyperfect on February 11, 2008.

4 Responses to “A man in this life”

  1. I have to say you have sparked my interest with these words by this poet.
    I shall look into more of his work.
    Thank you

    Hey 99, welcome. Enjoy discovering, I know I did.

  2. :)please allow me to copy and paste it on my blog.. thank you

    If you are talking about the poem, it doesn’t belong to me so you’re welcome to.

  3. Brilliant…Simply brilliant…

    See that’s what I thought. Glad you enjoyed it.

  4. just a quick note, some of the things on this blog.. wait no, pretty much everything in this blog is amazing.
    some of the things posted are just so amazing.
    thankyou for making me realise quite a few things, thankyou.

    Welcome Kryssa and thank you for stopping by and leaving your kind foot prints behind. Be well and hopefully until next time. Spaz.

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