Part one of a series of six poems about a metaphoric journey.

Written by Yehuda Amichai; translated by Stephen Mitchell

What is it you would like to say?
 Say it, for this is the world’s end.

Reflections and realities

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

The sea is cold, but it contains the hottest blood of all.

We went looking for a fix and found a little more of ourselves instead.