The body is the cause of love;
after that, the fortress that protects it;
after that, love's prison.
But when the body dies, love is set free
in wild abundance,
like a slot machine that breaks down
and with a furious ringing pours out all at once
all the coins of
all the generations of luck.
Yehuda Amichai, trans. Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell
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