Without Hope We Are Lost.

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

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.

A Person Can Only Be Born In One Place. However, He May Die Several Times Elsewhere: In The Exiles And Prisons, And In A Homeland Transformed By The Occupation And Oppression Into A Nightmare.

The Poem Is Neither Here Nor There, And With A Girl's Breast It Can Illuminate The Nights. With The Glow Of An Apple It Fills Two Bodies With Light And With A Gardenia's Breath It Can Revive A Homeland!

Palestinian People Are In Love With Life.