Selection of Ami Hai Poetry ｜ A cracking wound, between light and darkness

Yehuda Amichai (1924-2000), an Israeli contemporary poet, a representative of the "Pamacre". Its main works include the collection of poems "Now and His Day", "In the Storm", "Kaishi · Kai Kai" and so on. On May 3, 1924, Jehoda Amihai was born in Verzburg, Germany. In 1935, he moved to Palestine with his home. He has participated in World War II, Israel's Independence War, Second Middle East War, and the Japanese War. Poetry began in 1948, and in 1955, he published the first generation of speaking Hebrew poetry in the history of Israel's literature "Now and his Day". He has won the 1982 Israel Award. On September 22, 2000, Jerusida Ami Hai died of cancer in Jerusalem at the age of 76.

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Jerusalem is a horse turning horse

Jerusalem is a turn of a horse and turning.

From the ancient city to all blocks and then returned to the ancient city.

You can't come down. No matter who jumps down, he is holding his life in his own hands.

And no matter who comes down after a lap, you have to repay again

Back to this rotation without an end.

But there is no elephant and jumping horse here

Instead, it is one after another and rotation of all kinds of faith

Their axis of the wheel axis came out of the prayer hall full of oily sound.

Then, then, then

Jerusalem is a seesaw; sometimes I descend it

Entering the past, sometimes I rose to the sky, so

Screaming like a child, his legs shake hard

I'm going down, dad, I am going down,

Dad, hold me down.

And this is why all saints have risen to heaven

I will yell like a child, my father, I would like to live here,

Father, please let me fall, my father and our master,

Please allow us to live here, my father and owner!

Luo Chi Translation

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On Carkrabi Street

On Carkrabi Street

I walked alone and didn’t meet this good person ——

He wore a pill hat when he prayed

He wore a velvet hat while working,

All fly in the wind of the deceased

Over my upper, fluttering on the water surface

In my dream.

Then, then, then

I came to the prophet's street -empty.

The streets of Ethiopia -a few people. I am

Looking for a place so that you can live with me

Fill your lonely nest for you,

Build a place for my pain to use my forehead sweat

Check the pair of road, you will return from there

And the window of your former residence, a cracked wound,

Between shutdown and opening, between light and darkness.

Then, then, then

The aroma of roasted bread came from a shed,

That's a shop that exudes a free Bible there,

Free, free. Far away than a prophet

I have left everything to these chaotic Lanes,

When all of this poured on him, he became another person.

Then, then, then

I walked alone on Cakalabi Street

——The on the back of your tomb like a cross-

Although this is incredible

A woman's bed will become a symbol of a new belief.

Luo Chi Translation

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My patriotic life

When I was young, the whole country was also young. And my father

It is the father of everyone. When I am happy

It is equally happy, and when I jump on her, she jumps also

On my body. Cover her grass in spring

It also makes me soft, and the dry land in the summer hurts me

Just like my own cracks.

When I fell in love for the first time, people announced

Her independence, and when my hair

The same is true of her flag in the breeze.

When I fight in the battle, she fights, when I get up

She also got up the same, and when I fell down

She slowly fell beside me.

Then, then, then

Now I started to far away from all of this:

It's like some things have to wait for the glue to dry out before the glue can be solid.

I am being disassembled and involved in myself.

Then, then, then

One day I saw a single rearing performer in the police band

He was blowing David's "Fortress".

His hair is white and his face is calm: this face

Just like a only year in 1946

Between many famous and horrible years

Nothing happened that year except a great expectation and his music

And my lover is a girl sitting in the quiet home of Jerusalem.

I have never seen him since then, but a wish to pursue a better world of the world

Never leave his face.

Luo Chi Translation

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Jews in Israeli

We forgot where we come from. Our Jewish

The last name, send us out from the big stream,

Bring us back to memory, flowers and fruits, medieval cities,

Metal products, turns into stones, knights, roses,

Social fragrant spices, various gems, a lot of red dyes,

Handicrafts go from all over the world from a distance

(Those hands are also far away).

Then, then, then

The same is true for us,

Because of the gods of the Bible and the descendants of Jacob,

So we continue to hurt all our lives.

What are we doing, and return here to endure injuries?

Our enthusiasm has been drained and turned into a swamp.

The desert is open to us, but our children are beautiful.

Even the wreckage of the fishing boat sank halfway will reach the coast,

Even the wind is blowing. Not all depends on sailing. Then, then, then

What are we doing

I endure it in this dark land

The yellow light and shadow pierced your eyes?

(Someone mentioned from time to time, especially forty

Or fifty -year -old said, "The sun is about to die.")

Then, then, then

What are we doing, with these blinding souls, with these surnames

With our forest -like eyes, bring our beautiful children,

Take us the blood?

Then, then, then

The blood sprinkled does not flow to the root of the trees

But this is the closest way to flow

Our roots

Luo Chi Translation

After Outzwin

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After Ozwin, there is no theology:

In the chimney of the Vatican, the white smoke rolled ——

It is the Bishop of the Red Selected Pope's signal.

In the burning furnace of Ozwinn, the black smoke rolled ——

It's God's Cardinal Group that has not been selected yet

God's voters.

Then, then, then

After Ozwin, there is no theology:

Friends of the extinction camp burn on their arms

God's phone number,

The number you dial does not exist

Or unable to connect, one after another.

Then, then, then

After Ozwinth, there are new theology:

Those Jewish guys who died in the "incineration furnace"

Just like their God,

God is invisible and bodyless,

They are also invisible, and they have no body.

Luo Chi Translation

Jerusalem

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A roof in the ancient city

The clothes were dried in the evening sun.

This white sheet belongs to a woman, she is my enemy,

This towel belongs to a man, he is my enemy,

He used to dry the sweat on his forehead.

Then, then, then

Sky in the ancient city

A kite

On the other end of the long line

A child

I do not see it

Because there are walls.

Then, then, then

We have already raised a lot of flags,

They have raised a lot of flags,

Want us to think they are happy.

I want them to think that we are very happy.

Luo Chi Translation

I have studied love

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I have studied love in my childhood in my childhood Jewish Hall

With the help of women's districts with the help of women, behind a isolation camp

My mother and other women and girls were detained there.

But the isolated camp has been detained by them, and they have also held me

Each on the other side. They can move freely in their love but I am

Torted in my love, in my desire, with all men and boys.

I really want to run over there. I really want to know their secrets

And said to them, "Blessing He blessed me to shape me

Everything is as good as His will. "And isolation camp

A cut -off curtain wall is white and smooth like a summer dress, the curtain wall

Swaying in the wind full of its small bells and long coils,

The long coil of the loud sound, Lulu, and the low -singing love was detained in the house.

Women's face is like the moon's face hiding in the clouds

Or when the full moon opens on the curtain wall: a charming

Order of the universe. We all say blessings at night

The high moon outside, and me

What I think in my heart is a woman.

Luo Chi Translation

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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