Straight from the fear.

Amichai, Yehuda ; Kronfeld, Hana ; Bloch, Hana 等

Straight from the fear of loss I plunged into the fear of being lost. I couldn't stay long enough between them in the sweet little no-man's land of my everlasting passing days. My hands are hands of searching, hands of testing, hands of hope, hands of gloom, always fumbling around on tables between papers and in drawers and in closets and in my clothes that have seen their share of loss. With hands that search for what is lost I caress your face and with hands afraid of loss I hold you close and feel around your eyes, your mouth, like a blind man as if to measure, as if to wander, to measure and to wander. Because hands afraid of loss are the only hands for love. Once I saw a violinist playing and I thought between his right hand and his left there was only the violin, but what a between, what music that was!