A Poem by Yehuda Amichai

I Have Become Very Hairy

I have become very hairy all over my body.

I’m afraid they’ll start hunting me because of my fur.

My multicolored shirt has no meaning of love –

it looks like an air photo of a railway station.

At night my body is open and awake under the blanket,

like eyes under the blindfold of someone to be shot.

Restless I shall wander about;

hungry for life I’ll die.

Yet I wanted to be calm, like a mountain with all its cities destroyed,

and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

-Yehuda Amichai