The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.

... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.

The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.