Poems About Yehuda Amichai Seeking Honest Critique

Oh see her
And witness  
the dying of an Angel  

Her face  
Torn from it's shadows  
Grimacing and angular  
Scowling woman's perversions  
Like alabaster deity  
 
While whisps of her veil  
Singe and rise  
Carried off and into  
Some cold  
and unholy current  
 
And her ashes  
They obscure my sun  
And they darken the sanctuary  
Of my horizon  
 
She passes  
And it would not be quick  
Then tossing great beauty to the floor  
 
An...

Every Sunday morning
I’d arrive at church ten minutes early before service
For a small rehearsal with the group
But I always wanted to play in the evening service
They had longer louder livelier set
And a bigger congregation

Yet somehow as I was beginning to question my faith
I was asked if I would be interested in being a youth pastor
But I knew deep down I was not a good example
My Monday through Saturday self was different than my Sunday self
I left that congregation a year or so later
Joined a church that was starting and...

( after Yehuda Amichai )    
     
"...I should like someone to remember
that there once lived a person named
David Berger."
-- David Berger (in his last letter, Vilna, 1941)  

There is peace beyond the grave
or material hardening of soil
after life acquiesces
  its due diligence to death—

or the space between parent
and prodigal child, returning—
ribcage splintered in repentance
  for a peaceful resolution

What is it, then, when a honey bee
surrenders its sting to survive— ...

I do not understand this squeamishness about the use of gas . . . I am strongly in favour of using poisoned gas against uncivilised tribes. The moral effect should be so good . . . and would spread a lively terror.” (Winston Churchill, 1919, presiding over the British Air Council)



Old Palestinian shuffles slowly across road
aided by his stick.
Mortality snags me through the windscreen —
I clutch the steering-wheel, eyes squinting the future.
Engines idle time
counting down incessantly, fuming with urgency.

Is he a world to be...

Hebrew ...I do love
however... staring into the challenge
on my iPad brings a frown.
This poet speaks to humor
with Yiddish puns flying over my head
Rudimentary Hebrew is useless here

Ranting to my husband
About the loss; many hundreds of words
too precious to properly tolerate
the culture shock of my native tongue
I return my thoughts to his poem
lingering on a familiar word
that will never need translation

Amen

From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52940/the-amen-stone
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