Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of

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.

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!

The Metaphor For Palestine Is Stronger Than The Palestine Of Reality.

History Laughs At Both The Victim And The Aggressor.

To Be Under Occupation, To Be Under Siege, Is Not A Good Inspiration For Poetry.