I Wish I Were A Candle In

When I Passed The Age Of 50, I Learned How To Control My Emotions.

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.

For The Arabs In Israel There Is Always A Tension Between Nationality And Identity.

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

I Have Learned And Dismantled All The Words In Order To Draw From Them A Single Word: Home.