Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Selected Poems

Posted: 06/12/2022 by vequinox in Literature


There is not a separating line between

the light of day and the light of night.

The hull and the revelry of the prow

squeak the continuance of endlessness.

My soul, the fiery whirlwind,

promises nothing.

I who dreamed of landscapes

where horses galloped unimpeded

in slippery paths of sun-downs

I envisioned my body in heights

in armories and pulpits.

Yet I often ended my days

there at the ancestral well where

faces and things of the yard remained

with me for many forgotten years.

The beauty of the mountain vanishes

if you don’t have a vantage point

from where to gaze.

I assumed the role of the cloud

which won’t ever bring a blessing.


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