Yehuda Amichai
BATTLEFIELD RAIN
IT RAINS ON MY FRIENDS’ FACES
ON MY LIVING FRIENDS
BLANKET-COVERED HEADS
AND ON MY DEAD FRIENDS
UNCOVERED FACES
Translated by A.A.

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