I Try To Stay A Civilian, To

The Memory Of My Father Is Wrapped Up In White Paper, Like Sandwiches Taken For A Day Of Work. Just As A Magician Takes Towers And Rabbits Out Of His Hat, He Drew Love From His Small Body.

Even If A Poet Writes About Sitting In A Glass House Drinking Tea, It Reflects Politics.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.

There Are Two Languages: One As Things Seem To Us And The Other Of Knowledge.

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