I wish I were a candle in the darkness.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.
And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.
Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.
May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!
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.