Katerina Anghelaki Rooke-Selected Poems

WOLVES and CLOUDS (1963)


                                        To the memory of Nikos Kazantzakis


My body became the beginning of a voyage.

Lights on the shore, a funeral procession

for the verdure of summer

the calls of mothers

took an autumnal echo

in the forgiveness of twilight.

I walk as the first rain

comes from the sea

for me the escape — quench of

an ancient thirst — was called death.

May the winds blow slow

and mark the orchards of the horizon slowly

that we, the final comrades, shall cultivate.

Silent caiques await the morning twilight

in the nightly quietness of the harbor.

The taste of the grape and of the fig

belong to memory now.

My body became the beginning of a voyage.  

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