The Song of Friendship
Haim Gouri
1949
On the Negev an autumn night falls
Surreptitiously igniting star after star
And as the wind crosses the threshold
Clouds spread over the path.
It’s been a year already. We hardly felt
How the times in our fields went past.
Already a year, and only we the few remain
So many are no longer among us.
But we remember them all
Handsome of face and…
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  Haim Gouri
                
  1923–2018
  
Haim Gouri, poet, author, journalist, and documentary filmmaker, was born in Tel Aviv. He was a poet of the 1948 Generation and exerted a major influence on modern Hebrew literature. Gouri joined the fighting force, the Palmach, in 1941 and fought in Israel’s War of Independence. He wrote more than twenty books of prose and poetry as well as autobiographical works. From 1974 to 1983, when he headed Documentary Films, Gouri created a renowned trilogy of films on the Holocaust, together with David Bergman and Jacquot Ehrlich.
      
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