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My Wild Children
Yehuda Amichai
My wild children: in the morning
they eat my dreams, at evening
they wolf down my memories.
I am their manger.
I feel their rough tongues
on my soul.
I hear their sweet and empty slurping
day and night.
My wild children, my barracudas
I dig into them.
I want to light my eyes
from their eyes,
as on a dark nocturnal street
a man asks for a light
for his last cigarette.
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