A precise woman with a short haircut brings order <br />to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, <br />moves feelings around like furniture <br />into a new arrangement. <br />A woman whose body is cinched at the waist and firmly divided <br />into upper and lower, <br />with weather-forecast eyes <br />of shatterproof glass. <br />Even her cries of passion follow a certain order, <br />one after the other: <br />tame dove, then wild dove, <br />then peacock, wounded peacock, peacock, peacock, <br />the wild dove, tame dove, dove dove <br />thrush, thrush, thrush. <br /> <br />A precise woman: on the bedroom carpet <br />her shoes always point away from the bed. <br />(My own shoes point toward it.) <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Chana Bloch<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-precise-woman/
