On a roof in the Old City <br />Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: <br />The white sheet of a woman who is my enemy, <br />The towel of a man who is my enemy, <br />To wipe off the sweat of his brow. <br /> <br />In the sky of the Old City <br />A kite. <br />At the other end of the string, <br />A child <br />I can't see <br />Because of the wall. <br /> <br />We have put up many flags, <br />They have put up many flags. <br />To make us think that they're happy. <br />To make them think that we're happy. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Irena Gordon<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jerusalem-2/
