The image of love reveals itself there; in a profoundly present absence.
So which of your Lord's favors do you two deny? You and I are absent, you and I are present and absent. So which of your Lord's favors do you two deny?
Without hope we are lost.
Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.
Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and my mother is my mother. She's not a symbol.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
I am not a lover of Israel, of course. I have no reason to be. But I don't hate Jews.
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.
Come with me tonight so that we might make tonight a shared past, says the one afflicted with longing. I will come with you to make a shared tomorrow, says the one afflicted with love. She does not love the past and wants to forget the war that has ended. He fears tomorrow, because the war has not ended and he does not want to grow older.
Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.
Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.
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.