Yehuda Amichai ( ) A Dog After Love / A Precise Woman

After you left me
I let a dog smell at
My chest and my belly.
It will fill its nose
And set out to find you.
I hope it will tear the
Testicles of your lover
and bite off his penis
Or at least
Will bring me your stockings
between his teeth.


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A Precise Woman

A precise woman with
a short haircut brings order
to my thoughts and my dresser drawers,
moves feelings around like furniture
into a new arrangement.
A woman whose body is cinched
at the waist and firmly divided
into upper and lower,
with weather-forecast eyes
of shatterproof glass.
Even her cries of passion
follow a certain order,
one after the other:
tame dove, then wild dove,
then peacock, wounded peacock, peacock, peacock,
the wild dove, tame dove, dove dove
thrush, thrush, thrush.
A precise woman: on the bedroom carpet
her shoes always point away from the bed.
(My own shoes point toward it.)


Translated by Chana Bloch
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