(Tribute to Amichhai Ehuda-Israel's National poet)
This morning he passed away ... He was suffering a lot .... We gave him morphine for his last few days .. So he was without pain - may be was in his own dream land !
I hardly find time to read poems but I found a book by him On Jerusalem. Oh - On' pain' he wrote in his poem ' the diameter of a bomb' - at least as I understand - . the circle of pain increases.. and it actually engulfs the whole system of living being Who can feel pain ! ... and it continues growing and surviving Keeping all of them together who are in pain ! But pain for whom? Is it for the 'self' or for those who just died from 'the bomb' Or for other reasons? No clear answer. But The truth is the pain, which is important To keep us alive to feel with others. No morphine can cure this and this does not deserve to be cured.
