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
I believe
the seasons will cover me
in a way that I won’t feel hungry
nor thirsty
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?
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