Poems for a woman 1


Your body is white like sand
that children have never played in.

Your eyes are sad and beautiful
like the pictures of flowers in a textbook.

Your hair hangs down
like the smoke from Cain’s altar:

I have to kill my brother.
My brother has to kill me.

Fragment uit Poems for a Woman van Yehuda Amichai

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