Katerina Anghelaki Rooke, Selected Poems


In the moldy garden

water flows again

from the stony mouth of Poseidon

and the undefeated frog

prepares its new generation

over the solemn fossils.

Ah, yes sweetness unexpectedly

overflows the same way

the fountain rises again

among its watery suns

while my soul

unprepared squirrel

shades itself with its tail.

And as the park becomes slowly alive

and the owls stir

in their dark offices

and the thunderous dancing water

inside the silent rocks

of the closed house

like a stately residence — my life

turned alive again

by the talkative waters

you poured in my mouth.  



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