I've Built My Homeland, I've

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

The Importance Of Poetry Is Not Measured, Finally, By What The Poet Says But By How He Says It.

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.