When A Writer Declares That

I Want To Find A Language That Transforms Language Itself Into Steel For The Spirit--a Language To Use Against These Sparkling Insects, These Jets.

I Thought Poetry Could Change Everything, Could Change History And Could Humanize, And I Think That The Illusion Is Very Necessary To Push Poets To Be Involved And To Believe, But Now I Think That Poetry Changes Only The Poet.

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.

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.