Out of three or four in the room <br />One is always standing at the window. <br />Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns, <br />The fires on the hills. <br /> <br />And people who left whole <br />Are brought home in the evening, like small change. <br /> <br />Out of three or four in the room <br />One is always standing at the window. <br />Hair dark above his thoughts. <br />Behind him, the words, wandering, without luggage, <br />Hearts without provision, prophecies without water <br />Big stones put there <br />Standing, closed like letters <br />With no addresses; and no one to receive them.<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-three-or-four-in-the-room/
