Yehuda Amichai


My Mother Baked the Whole World for Me

Translated by Arieh Sachs

My mother baked the whole world for me
In little sweet cakes.
My love filled my window
With raisins of stars.
I enclose longings within me like air
Pockets in a loaf of bread.
Outside I am smooth and quiet and brown.
The world loves me.
But my hair is sad like the reeds in a drying marsh –
All birds of rare and beautiful plumage
Fly from me.

Notes on this poem

Reproduced by permission of Hana Amichai.