Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing <br />of the one you love <br />so that on the day of loss you'll be able to say: last seen <br />wearing such-and-such, brown jacket, white hat. <br />Try to remember some details. For they have no face <br />and their soul is hidden and their crying <br />is the same as their laughter, <br />and their silence and their shouting rise to one height <br />and their body temperature is between 98 and 104 degrees <br />and they have no life outside this narrow space <br />and they have no graven image, no likeness, no memory <br />and they have paper cups on the day of their rejoicing <br />and paper cups that are used once only. <br /> <br />Try to remember some details. For the world <br />is filled with people who were torn from their sleep <br />with no one to mend the tear, <br />and unlike wild beasts they live <br />each in his lonely hiding place and they die <br />together on battlefields <br />and in hospitals. <br />And the earth will swallow all of them, <br />good and evil together, like the followers of Korah, <br />all of them in thir rebellion against death, <br />their mouths open till the last moment, <br />praising and cursing in a single <br />howl. Try, try <br />to remember some details.<br /><br />Yehuda Amichai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/try-to-remember-some-details/
