Temporary Poem Of My Time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKKLMHNNNNN OPHHIQHHOHR HHHJOSTHHO HJJHKH HRUHDVWFUHHH X

Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to westA
Latin writing from west to eastB
Languages are like catsC
You must not stroke their hair the wrong wayD
The clouds come from the sea the hot wind from the desertE
The trees bend in the windF
And stones fly from all four windsG
Into all four winds They throw stonesH
Throw this land one at the otherI
But the land always falls back to the landJ
They throw the land want to get rid of itK
Its stones its soil but you can't get rid of itK
They throw stones throw stones at meL
InM
Semites throw at Semites and anti Semites at anti SemitesH
Evil men throw and just men throwN
Sinners throw and tempters throwN
Geologists throw and theologists throwN
Archaelogists throw and archhooligans throwN
Kidneys throw stones and gall bladders throwN
Head stones and forehead stones and the heart of a stoneO
Stones shaped like a screaming mouthP
And stones fitting your eyesH
Like a pair of glassesH
The past throws stones at the futureI
And all of them fall on the presentQ
Weeping stones and laughing gravel stonesH
Even God in the Bible threw stonesH
Even the Urim and Tumim were thrownO
And got stuck in the beastplate of justiceH
And Herod threw stones and what came out was a TempleR
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Oh the poem of stone sadnessH
Oh the poem thrown on the stonesH
Oh the poem of thrown stonesH
Is there in this landJ
A stone that was never thrownO
And never built and never overturnedS
And never uncovered and never discoveredT
And never screamed from a wall and never discarded by the buildersH
And never closed on top of a grave and never lay under loversH
And never turned into a cornerstoneO
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Please do not throw any more stonesH
You are moving the landJ
The holy whole open landJ
You are moving it to the seaH
And the sea doesn't want itK
The sea says not in meH
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Please throw little stonesH
Throw snail fossils throw gravelR
Justice or injustice from the quarries of Migdal TsedekU
Throw soft stones throw sweet clodsH
Throw limestone throw clayD
Throw sand of the seashoreV
Throw dust of the desert throw rustW
Throw soil throw windF
Throw air throw nothingU
Until your hands are wearyH
And the war is wearyH
And even peace will be weary and will beH
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Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin HarshavX

Yehuda Amichai



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