My Homeland

MY HOMELAND People say that a man without a homeland is a dry tree without roots, but I tell you: "I do not want to be a heartless, soulless, and mindless tool. To a poet, such a homeland is a prison and violent submission. The poem is my homeland, and a verse is mankind." The world wonders: "What does a poem mean to a poet, is a poet equally important to you like a homeland?" I believe in only one homeland. In the invisible one we build on our thoughts and our love all by ourselves and in ourselves. The poem is always stronger than any notion. I tell you: "Tomorrow, the day after, tens, hundreds, thousands of poems shall bloom here, in this shelf, and each of them shall be dear to me like the first one." And I know, someday, somewhere, sometime, someone shall pull out that shelf, and I will know that this poem shall travel and travel... until She eventually finds it, because, the true and only homeland of the human heart is love. Walter William Safar ©