Poem by Katerina Anghelaki Rooke


I went blind

since I’ve lost the vision of Eros

with its power

that keeps the eyes closed

and doesn’t hate darkness

it relates to your smell

since you smell like a fragrance

on the face you see

a fragrance only you can smell

it only springs out of your breath

without this vision

perhaps it may pass before you

a semblance of the ideal passion

though you won’t see it

you won’t see the clear sky

that it carries on its back

the sky where West and East

love each other, smile to each other

and inflame their imaginary

magical games

now I recall old dreams

in my invisible mind

just as if I could see

the ghost of Eros again