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75 yehuDa aMichai in late noveMber Do not write the poem of love in the night of love; as you lie in the arms of your beloved, love! Soon enough your passions will be done and you will have nothing left but your love of words for comfort. How it always happens: the day he deploys, the soldier falls in love. Americans write such boring poems because your wars are so abstract, as are your loves. If you want to become a poet, be a warrior trained to crave neither praise nor love. Dead for a decade, Yehuda still chides from the workshop table. But look, my love, violets bloom in this autumn ditch like advice to trick time: let’s make language and love at once. ...

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