Katerina Anghelaki Rooke, Selected Poems


Finally, could it be

an unfamiliar mechanism

or shall we remember the beginning

as we return to the exit?

Perhaps like the water,

the soil, the sperm, necessary things,

which because of their exaggeration

they might choke you,

you die

when your life becomes excessive?

The young man laughed

and it was like all His promises

in a moment of weakness


looked at him.


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