Katerina Anghelaki Rooke, Selected Poems


Time is different for a person in love;

who’s not practical

moments come to an end with no results

future is planned with the most beautiful images

of yesterday’s love

separation is regarded as death

when the feeling die

he doesn’t recognize himself.

When I meet him at the grocery store

we greeted each other

then the dialogue

with you starts

euphoria of the first encounter:

I feel light as I leave

if you had the chance to touch me

eyes on the ground if the horrible

glance of separation appeared again.

I let go of everything

the moment from the present

and I enter into a different moment

thick and undivided


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