Out of Three or Four in a Room
Out of three or four in a room
One is always standing at the window.
Forced to see the injustice among the thorns,
The fires on the hill.
And people who left whole
are brought home in the evening, like small change.
Out of three or four in a room
One is always standing at the window.
Hair dark above his thoughts.
Behind him, the words.
And in front of him the words, wandering, without luggage.
Hearts without provision, prophecies without water
And big stones put there
And staying closed, like letters
With no addresses, and no one to receive them.
by Yehuda Amichai
from Poems by Yehuda Amichai
Translation: Michael Hamburger
Harper and Row, 1969
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