You Mustn't Show Weakness

Yehuda Amichai

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You mustn't show weakness
and you've got to have a tan.
But sometimes I feel like the thin veils
of Jewish women who faint
at weddings and on Yom Kippur.

You mustn't show weakness
and you've got to make a list
of all the things you can load
in a baby carriage without a baby.

This is the way things stand now:
if I pull out the stopper
after pampering myself in the bath,
I'm afraid that all of Jerusalem, and with it the whole world,
will drain out into the huge darkness.

In the daytime I lay traps for my memories
and at night I work in the Balaam Mills,
turning curse into blessing and blessing into curse.

And don't ever show weakness.
Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself
without anyone noticing. I'm like an ambulance
on two legs, hauling the patient
inside me to Last Aid
with the wailing of cry of a siren,
and people think it's ordinary speech.

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  • florene60m

    Just came across this poem while doing my homework, and I must say it really resonated with me. The idea of not showing weakness in the face of challenges is something I've often thought about. It's kind of amazing how the poet creates a unique comparison between embattled inner selves and everyday objects, like baby carriages and ambulances. I also enjoyed the way memories and the experiences of daily life were woven in, giving the poem a relatable feel. Such a captivating read.