I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Language is the only homeland.

You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!

What is poetry which does not save nations or people?

The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.

A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.