The Mistake We Make Is

Real Friendship, Like Real Poetry, Is Extremely Rare - And Precious As A Pearl.

I Have Written About The Dispossessed, Immigrants, The Condition Of Women Who Do Not Enjoy The Same Legal Rights As Men, The Palestinians Who Are Deprived Of Their Land And Condemned To Exile.

An Individual Voice Can Be Heard In A Choir That Otherwise Sings In Unison. This Is Something That Is Not Excused.

The Mistake We Make Is To Attribute To Religions The Errors And Fanaticism Of Human Beings.

I Came To Poetry Through The Urgent Need To Denounce Injustice, Exploitation, Humiliation. I Know That's Not Enough To Change The World. But To Remain Silent Would Have Been A Kind Of Intolerable Complicity.