Yehuda Amichai’s relationship to history is clearly quite personal and emotional. To him, history is not just a collection of facts and not just memories of things that happen to people he’s never heard of. Perhaps my favorite poem of his, “Endless Poem,” illustrates this very well. It is so simple, yet it expresses so much. He visits a modern museum that has restored, or rebuilt, or maybe encased an old synagogue. It’s a juxtaposition of the new and the old living literally inside one another, inseparable. Yet, he also lives inside that synagogue, and his heart, which lives in him, has a museum inside it. The museum crucially is not in his memory or in his brain. It’s in his heart. He has the museum at the center of his emotional core. The museum, in turn, has a synagogue in it, which has him in it, which has his heart in it, which as a museum in it, ad infinitum. He’s written a sort of Russian doll of a poem that never ends, always having him, his heart, the museum and the synagogue inside it. All of that is part of his character and part of his self. It’s part of his emotional core, as well.
Additionally, I think he’s writing not just about how he feels, but about how all people of Jewish descent feel. The poem strikes me as representing the familial nature of Jewish history, one of shared strife and shared triumph. He’s saying that just as he sees Jewish history as emotional and personal, so do Jewish people in general.