Jerusalem Is A Port City On The

I've Often Said That All Poetry Is Political. This Is Because Real Poems Deal With A Human Response To Reality And Politics Is Part Of Reality, History In The Making. Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.

What Are You Going To Do Now? You'll Collect Loves Like Stamps. You've Got Doubles And No One Will Trade With You. And You've Got Damaged Ones.

And I Said To Myself: That's True, Hope Needs To Be Like Barbed Wire To Keep Out Despair, Hope Must Be A Mine Field.

Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not Weaken The Eyes, They Only Polish And Shine The Hardness Of Faces Like Stone.

Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.