Katerina Aghelaki Rooke, Selected Poems

Erotic Poems After Death


I pass by flooded by the light

in the routine of the clouds

and suddenly I’m nailed in the soil;

a myopic ant gets close to me

leaves its burrow

its crumbles

climbs up from my nail

I’m in danger again

I’m again ready for death

with my belly, the arms…

I’m trapped

the ant wins

it carries me, bitter, dried up matter

while the cicada screams

untaught in all the passion.

Yes, the cicada

makes tangible of the day again

short but of such immenseness

and contracted.

Day of the cypress and of the creaking door

my day

first thus simple

last thus simple.  


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