Poem by Katerina Anghelaki Rooke
THE VISION OF EROS
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
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