Departure by Edna St. Vincent Millay

It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.

It's little I know what's in my heart,
What's in my mind it's little I know,
But there's that in me must up and start,
And it's little I care where my feet go.

I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.

I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.

But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it's little enough I care:
And it's little I'd mind the fuss they'll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.

'Is something the matter, dear,' she said,
'That you sit at your work so silently?'
'No, Mother, no, 'twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle, I'll make the tea.'

Edna St. Vincent Millay

מתוך שיריו -- יהודה עמיחי Excerpts from the Works of Yehuda Amichai

"גם האגרוף היה פעם כף יד פתוחה ואצבעות"
"Even the fist was once a palm and fingers."

"הבדידות היא דלת, חשבתי קיר"
"Loneliness is a door, I thought (it was) the wall."

"אנשים משתמשים זה בזה כמרפא לכאבם"
"People use each other as a healer for their pain."

יהודה עמיחי
Yehuda Amichai

Translation by the Zealous Water Buffalo herself.