Translated from the Hebrew by Yehuda Amichai and Ted Hughes
I will not be greeted on by return
by children's voices, or by the barking
of a loyal dog, or by blue smoke rising
as it happens in legends.
There won't happen for me any 'and he
lifted his eyes' - as
in the Bible - 'and behold'.
I have crossed the border of being an orphan.
It's a long time since they called me
an ex-serviceman.
I'm not protected anymore.
But I have invented the dry weeping.
And who has invented this
has invented the beginning of the world's end,
the crack and the tumbling down and the end
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