I first encountered Yehuda Amichai in Chana Bloch’s translation. Having slaughtered and cleaned many chickens, I love the image in this excerpt, from another translator:
God’s Hand in the World
God’s hand in the world
like my mother’s
in the guts of the slaughtered hen
What does God see beyond the window
as he puts his hand into the world?
What does my mother see?
Yehuda Amichai (tr. from Hebrew by Harold Schimmel)