Saturday, April 20, 2013

my life is the gardener of my body

My life is the gardener of my body. The brain—a hothouse closed tight
with its flowers and plants, alien and odd
in their sensitivity, their terror of becoming extinct. . . .

Read the rest of the tremendous poem "I Wasn’t One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open" by Yehuda Amichai here.


  1. I read the entire poem and it's terrific! I found the stanza on "open closed open" very insightful and reassuring.

  2. I'm still standing at "My life is the gardener of my body." Once I have meditated on that long enough, I'll move on to the brain and then the rest.... Wow.


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