POEM BY KATERINA GOGOU
SEASONS WILL COVER ME
Love is of a diaphanous white color
and its body in the shape of benediction
and in the smoke
this horse searches
to take away its dead rider
Whether ancient or modern
the seasons will cover me
in a way that I won’t feel hungry
and I won’t write poems anymore
only, Lord, homeland of the stars, I beg you
dress me in the white diaphanous color and
grace me with the body of Your benediction.
Do I ask for too much?