"The lips of dead men..."
By Yehuda Amichai
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
The lips of dead men whispered thoughtlessly
A single word of silence in the earth.
Already every flower, every tree
Has wildly overdone its springtime birth.
Bandages are torn off, again undressed
The earth does not want healing. It wants pain.
Spring is not peace at all. Spring is not rest
At all. Spring is enemy terrain.
We went with other lovers on patrol
To see if we could reach our goal.
We were sent to the End of Rainbow Land,
And we already knew: the dead return;
Already knew: even the storm is borne
Out of a young girl's open hand.
Audio recording of me reading the original Hebrew:
The Original:
By Yehuda Amichai
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
The lips of dead men whispered thoughtlessly
A single word of silence in the earth.
Already every flower, every tree
Has wildly overdone its springtime birth.
Bandages are torn off, again undressed
The earth does not want healing. It wants pain.
Spring is not peace at all. Spring is not rest
At all. Spring is enemy terrain.
We went with other lovers on patrol
To see if we could reach our goal.
We were sent to the End of Rainbow Land,
And we already knew: the dead return;
Already knew: even the storm is borne
Out of a young girl's open hand.
Audio recording of me reading the original Hebrew:
The Original:
שפתי מתים
יהודה עמיחי
שִׂפְתֵי מֵתִים אָמְרוּ מִלָּה בְּלַחַשׁ
בָּאֲדָמָה, שִׂיחָה לְפִי תֻּמָּם,
וּכְבָר הָאִילָנוֹת, בְּלִי כָּל יַחַס,
הִגְזִימוּ נוֹרָאָה בִּפְרִיחָתָם.
הַתַּחְבּוֹשׁוֹת שׁוּב נִקְרָעוֹת בְּכֹחַ,
הָאֳדָמָה אֵינָהּ רוֹצָה מַרְפֵּא, רוֹצָה כְּאֵב.
וְהָאָבִיב אֵינֶנּוּ שֶׁקֶט, לֹא מָנוֹחַ,
וְהָאָבִיב הוּא אֶרֶץ הָאוֹיֵב.
נִשְׁלַחְנוּ עִם זוּגוֹת הָאוֹהֲבִים,
פַּטְרוֹל אֶל אֶרֶץ-עֵבֶר-קֶשֶׁת,
לִרְאוֹת הַאִם אֶפְשָׁר לָגֶשֶׁת.
וּכְבָר יָדַעְנוּ, הַמֵּתִים שָׁבִים,
וּכְבָר יָדַעְנוּ, גַּם הַסְּעָרָה
יוֹצֵאת עַכְשָׁו מֵחֹפֶן נַעֲרָה.
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