And as we stray further from love, we multiply the words. Had we remained together we could have become a silence.

I've often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.

Love is like a reservoir of kindness and pleasure, like silos and pools during a siege.

Jerusalem is a port city on the shore of eternity.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

Here (Jerusalem), tears do not weaken the eyes, they only polish and shine the hardness of faces like stone.

The phrase I like to use to describe my sense of time-a play on comparative literature - is comparative time.