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1 " Out of three or four in a roomOne is always standing at the windowHair dark above his thoughts Behind him the wordsAnd in front of him the words, wandering without luggage Hearts without provision, prophecies without water, And big stones put there And stayed, closed, like letters, With no adresses; and no one to receive them. "
― Yehuda Amichai , Selected Poems
2 " Sometimes pusSometimes a poem.Something always burst out.And always pain. "