Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Selected Poems


I walked from the harbor

to the house so many times!

One returns from church and

always something obstructs his breath

the moon, the wind

or an unnoticed shrub that stirs.

From the harbor to the house

ten, eighteen year old

Mrs. Xanthi died

the kore vanished

the old house of the crazy woman fell in.

Toward the field at night

the familiar magical landscape

spreads inside me:

acceptance and revolution

always start on my soil


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