On This Earth There Is

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.

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

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.

Have I Had Two Roads, I Would Have Chosen Their Third.

Without Hope We Are Lost.