Posted in POEM OF THE WEEK

Try To Remember Some Details by Yehuda Amichai

Try to remember some details. 

Remember the clothing 

of the one you love 

so that on the day of loss you’ll be able to say: last seen 

wearing such-and-such, brown jacket, white hat. 

Try to remember some details. For they have no face 

and their soul is hidden and their crying 

is the same as their laughter, 

and their silence and their shouting rise to one height 

and their body temperature is between 98 and 104 degrees 

and they have no life outside this narrow space 

and they have no graven image, no likeness, no memory 

and they have paper cups on the day of their rejoicing 

and paper cups that are used once only. 

Try to remember some details. 

For the world  is filled with people 

who were torn from their sleep 

with no one to mend the tear, 

and unlike wild beasts they live 

each in his lonely hiding place and they die 

together on battlefields 

and in hospitals. 

And the earth will swallow all of them, 

good and evil together, like the followers of Korah, 

all of them in thir rebellion against death, 

their mouths open till the last moment, 

praising and cursing in a single 

howl. Try, try 

to remember some details.

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