We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.

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.

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

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.