NaPoMo: Poem for April 6

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To My Love, Combing Her Hair
Yehuda Amichai

To my love, combing her hair
without a mirror facing me,

a psalm: you’ve shampooed your hair, an entire
forest of pine trees is filled with yearning on your head.

Calmness inside and calmness outside
have hammered your face between them to a tranquil copper.

The pillow on your bed is your spare brain,
tucked under your neck for remembering and dreaming.

the earth is trembling beneath us, love.
Let’s lie fastened together, a double safety-lock.

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