The Little Park Planted
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Yehuda Amichai
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The little park planted in memory of a boy
who fell in the war begins
to resemble him
as he was twenty eight years ago.
Year by year they look more alike.
His old parents come almost daily
to sit on a bench
and look at him.
And every night the memory in the garden
hums like a little motor.
During the day you can't hear it.
Bu metin şairin özgün dilinde (he) değil, bir çeviridir.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş