Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Jenin At Last: A Journey Across the Roof of Palestine
By Anne Gwynne
INTO MY HEART an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
—A. E. Housman