The Poem Is In My Hands, And

We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

We Are Captives, Even If Our Wheat Grows Over The Fences/ And Swallows Rise From Our Broken Chains./ We Are Captives Of What We Love, What We Desire, And What We Are.

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

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.