“Chaim Weizmann once said, in a moment of despair, that there can never be such a thing as a Jewish state, because it contains an inbuilt contradiction: if it is a state it will not be Jewish, and if it is Jewish it will certainly not be a state.”

“In the house which was really a shack, in the laundry room/ on my fingertips, the sourish smell of work clothes/ as I look in your pocket for sweet dates that have been forgotten.”

“We are equal—in bread, roses, love, and sin, / in desiring the wheat stalk that begot a song. / We are equal, the people of my land…”

“… Who sends fear of swallows / into the falcon’s eyes? / Who established the world’s foundations / and set them beneath the skies?”

“On Yom Kippur, in tennis shoes, you ran. / And with Holy Holy Holy, you jumped up high, / higher than anyone, nearly up to the angels on the ceiling.”

“I hereby close the gates between my legs till further notice / For an unlimited period, due to maintenance. / No bearers of first fruit will come / No pilgrims will make pilgrimage…”