" The enormous snow was set down far away. Sometimes
I must use my love as the only way to describe it,
and must hire the wind to demonstrate the wailing of women.
It's hard for stones that roll from season to season
to remember the dreamers and the whisperers in the grass,
who fell in their love. And like a man who keeps shaking
his wrist when his watch stops: Who is shaking us? Who? "

― Yehuda Amichai , The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai