Last Your Hair Dried Last your hair dried. When we were already far from the sea, when words and salt, which mixed on us, separated from each other with a sigh, and your body no longer showed signs of terrible antecedents. In vain we forgot a few things on the beach, as a pretext to return. We did not return. on which your name was fixed like a name on a ship. And how we saw, through two open doors, a man thinking, and how we looked at the clouds with the ancient look we inherited from our fathers waiting for rain, and how at night, when the world had cooled, your body held on to its heat a long time like a sea. -Yehuda Amichai
And these days I remember the days
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