Here (jerusalem), Tears Do Not

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.

I Try To Stay A Civilian, To Live As A Human, Not As A Poet.

Love Is Like A Reservoir Of Kindness And Pleasure, Like Silos And Pools During A Siege.

A Flock Of Sheep Near The Airport Or A High Voltage Generator Beside The Orchard: These Combinations Open Up My Life Like A Wound, But They Also Heal It. That's Why My Feelings Always Come In Twos.

Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.