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And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

I know who opens the door to the jasmine tree
as it makes our dreams blossom for the evening's guests.

Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance,

I've built my homeland, I've even founded my state - in my language.

A poet need not trouble himself if he lies. He lies only in the matter of love, as the regions of the heart are open to tempting conquest.

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

The only paradise we know through our senses and intuition is that of the beloved, and the only hell, disappointment in love.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

So let there be prose.
There must be a divine prose for the Prophet to triumph

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold

The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.

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

Palestinian people are in love with life.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.
Enter into the happiness, and burst.

No night is long enough for us to dream twice.

In Damascus:
poems become diaphanous
They're neither sensual
nor intellectual
they are what echo says
to echo ...

Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.

For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.

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

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.

I see poetry as spiritual medicine.

This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust ...

Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.

Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.

Words are a homeland.

When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.

My love, I fear the silence of your hands.

I want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit
a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets.

We journey towards a home that does not halo our head with a special sun.
Mythical women applaud us. A sea for us, a sea against us.

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

I leave the other side of my life where it wants to stay, and follow the
remainder of my life in search of the other side of it.

The image of love reveals itself there; in a profoundly present absence.

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.

History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.

Without hope we are lost.

Maybe the moon is beautiful only because it is far.

Had I known you, I would have possessed you, and had you known me, you would have possessed me. But then you and I would not be.

When a writer declares that his first book is his best, that is bad. I progress successively from book to book.

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

If you live, live free
or die like the trees, standing up.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

We see them oiling their weapons to kill the gryphon they think is hiding in our hen coop. And we cannot help laughing.

The long road has drained me of all feelings and expectations. I don't feel a thing or expect anything now.

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.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

And you became like the coffee,
In the deliciousness,
and the bitterness
and the addiction.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.

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

If there must be a moon, let it be high,
a high moon made in Baghdad, neither Arab, nor Persian,
nor claimed by the goddesses all around us.

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

I never wanted children; maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.

I am not a lover of Israel, of course. I have no reason to be. But I don't hate Jews.

because you are die surface of my sky.
My body is the land,
the place for you...
the pigeons fly
the pigeons come down...

we Do as the ascendants to GOD ; the prisoners and the unemployeds Do , we Forget the Pain & Raise Hope ~

My homeland is not a suitcase, and I am no traveller

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

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.

I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

She drew away
from her shadow,so lightening would pass between the two
like a stranger passes through his poem

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

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

Perhaps death is a metaphor to remind us of a secret of life we failed to notice.

I am here. Anything more than that is rumor and slander

On this earth there is that which deserves life.

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.