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Fields of sunflowers, ripe and withering,
don't need the warmth of the sun anymore;
they're brown and wise already. They need
sweet shadow, the inwardness
of death, the interior of a drawer, a sack
deep as the sky. Their world to come
the innermost dark of a dark house,
the inside of a man.
Amichai was born in Wuerzburg, Germany, in 1924 and moved as a boy with his family to Palestine in 1935, eventually becoming Israel's most distinguished modern poet in Hebrew. He died in 2000.
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