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“Try to remember some details. For the world is filled with people who were torn from their sleep with no one to mend the tear, and unlike wild beasts they live each in his lonely hiding place and they die together on battlefields and in hospitals. And the earth will swallow all of them, good and evil together, like the followers of Korah, all of them in their rebellion against death, their mouths open till the last moment, praising and cursing in a single howl. Try, try to remember some details.”

Quote by Yehuda Amichai

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Yehuda Amichai
Yehuda Amichai

Yehuda Amichai, born on May 3, 1924, was a renowned Israeli poet. His poetry is known for its simplicity and depth, and has won the hearts of readers worldwide. Amichai's works often delve into themes such as life, love, war, and religion, displaying a high level of artistic value and thought-provoking content. more

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