Pity, We Were A Good Invention Poem by Yehuda Amichai

Pity, We Were A Good Invention

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They amputated
Your thighs from my waist.
For me they are always
Surgeons. All of them.

They dismantled us
One from another. For me they are engineers.
Pity, We were a good and loving

Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,
Wings and all:
We soared a bit from the earth,
We flew a bit.

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Yehuda Amichai

Yehuda Amichai

Würzburg / Germany
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