Sunday, February 3, 2008

Poem Without An End (A people without an end)

After posting on architect Daniel Libeskind, his design for a Jewish museum and the Jewish sense of our ahistorical existence, a poem by the late great Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai sprung to mind. It expresses better than I can what I was trying to get at.

Yehuda Amichai
(translated by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell)

Inside the brand-new museum
there's an old synagogue.
Inside the synagogue
is me.
Inside me
my heart.
Inside my heart
a museum.
Inside the museum
a synagogue,
inside it
inside me
my heart,
inside my heart
a museum

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