feral-ballad:

A poem is not just words placed on a line. It’s a cloth. Mahmoud Darwish wanted to build his home, his exile, from all the words in the world. I weave my poems with my veins. I want to build a poem like a solid home, but hopefully not with my bones.

Mosab Abu Toha, from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza; “Palestine A-Z”

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I want to build a poem like a solid home but hopefully not with my bones w poetry mosab abu toha all beautiful poetry is an act of resistance from the river to the sea
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    Mosab Abu Toha, from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza; “Palestine A-Z”
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