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"You are surrounding the cities," she said, looking relieved, "as we did on the Long March."
"No," I said. "We're surrounding the countryside because we're outside our country."
Numerous questions flittered across her face, but she didn't say anything more; she didn't understand how you could surround the countryside or how there could be no peasants.

You say, "Enough," and then blind history drags you by the hair back to war.

History [...] extracts from our inner selves people we don't know, people whose presence we don't dare acknowledge.

These questions are unimportant, Father, but our whole life is composed of unimportant questions that pile up on top of one another and stifle us.

"After we liberated al-Birwa, three United Nations officers arrived carrying white flags and asked to negotiate with our commanding officer.
"'But we don't have a commanding officer,' said Salm As'ad.
"'We're just peasants,' said Nabil Hourani. 'We don't have a leader, we're just peasants who want to harvest our crop and go back to our houses. Would you rather we died of hunger?'
"'But you broke the truce,' said the Swedish officer.
"'What truce, Sir? We've got nothing to do with the war. We wanted to go back to our village, so we went.'

"They took Palestine? Let them have it. I just want to visit the grave to make sure I buried him correctly. I don't care about al-Kabri or anywhere else, they're all going to disappear. They took them? They can have them. But they should give us the grave at least."

Manliness, or what we call manliness, consists of flight, because inside all the bluster and bullying and big words, there's a refusal to face up to life.

A man can become, in an instant, what he truly is and then forget.

[I]t was the tragedy of intellectuals and artists that they had to go and look and react, and then they'd forget.

Is this what things have come to? They're afraid of the victim! Instead of treating the patient, they fear him, and when they see, they close their eyes. They read books and write them. it's the books that are the lies.

We'll assimilate with the Arabs, you can assimilate with the Europeans, this land will be deserted, and we can turn it into a resort for tourists and religious fanatics from every nation. What do you say?'
"'You understand nothing about Jewish history,' he said.
"'And do you understand anything about our history?'

Do you believe we can construct our country out of these ambiguous stories? And why do we have to construct it? People inherit their countries as they inherit their languages. Why do we, of all the peoples of the world, have to invent our country every day so everything isn't lost and we find we've fallen into eternal sleep?

Poetry, my song, is words we use to heal our shame, our sorrow, our longing. It's a cover. The poet wraps us up in words so our souls don't fall to pieces. Poetry is against death 鈥� it's both sickness and cure, the bare soul and its clothes. I'm cold now, so I take refuge in poetry, hiding my head in it and asking it to cover me.