The seasons are tired of an old body
With new sugar and an old salt to it
And yet old body writes new poem
As if a body has time for all seasons.
(reading Yehuda Amichai’s poem “A Man Doesn’t Have Time In His Life”)
The seasons are tired of an old body
With new sugar and an old salt to it
And yet old body writes new poem
As if a body has time for all seasons.
(reading Yehuda Amichai’s poem “A Man Doesn’t Have Time In His Life”)
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