Sunday, January 18, 2009

Casa de los Meros


It has been so long ago since I stitched this piece. I *think* it is the "House of the Pure." There was just this rather dim snapshot in my box of photographs and it is difficult to read the inscription on the wall. It is a simple piece, but I always thought it held a story.
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Near The Wall of A House
by Yehuda Amichai

Near the wall of a house painted
to look like stone,
I saw visions of God.
A sleepless night that gives others a headache
gave me flowers
opening beautifully inside my brain.

And he who was lost like a dog
will be found like a human being
and brought back home again.

Love is not the last room: there are others
after it, the whole length of the corridor
that has no end.

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