Have I Had Two Roads, I Would

Where Can I Free Myself Of The Homeland In My Body?

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.

I Am From There. I Am From Here. I Am Not There And I Am Not Here. I Have Two Names, Which Meet And Part, And I Have Two Languages. I Forget Which Of Them I Dream In.

I Don't Decide To Represent Anything Except Myself. But That Self Is Full Of Collective Memory.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.