I Wish I Were A Candle In

Exile Is More Than A Geographical Concept. You Can Be An Exile In Your Homeland, In Your Own House, In A Room.

My Love, I Fear The Silence Of Your Hands.

Sometimes I Feel As If I Am Read Before I Write. When I Write A Poem About My Mother, Palestinians Think My Mother Is A Symbol For Palestine. But I Write As A Poet, And My Mother Is My Mother. She's Not A Symbol.

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.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.