If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
I am patient and am waiting for a profound revolution in the consciousness of the Israelis. The Arabs are ready to accept a strong Israel with nuclear arms - all it has to do is open the gates of its fortress and make peace.
Without hope we are lost.
And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.