Achilles Katsaros
(Greece)
BUTTERFLY IN BLACK
The woman with the butterflies comes out from the sea
She keeps loneliness like Jupiter’s thunderbolt
The stones as we keep the pebbles
such as mothers little kids the words embrace
Chrysalides in her death do not have.
She rides the black bull and flies
like a kiss that comes up to the silence.
TΗΕ MIRROR
In the butterfly’s mirror you can see the words
Of the ungirths
It is a huge path to restore the water
The apple is clean
Clean as the fallen
So you stick with the dream.
Echoes of daemonic firebirds
Grass the sonata that worth’s
It is a mouth you can slaughter
Unconditionally pancreas or spleen
Love or death seems like ethylene glycol.
THE SONG OF THE RIVER
The grandmother was a river I remember
She told us stories about peaches and roses
The world has changed a lot since then
Added engines and bodies were cold.
The air was blowing and it was blowing and taking
Her grandmother’s hat and mother picked up the cherries
They had fallen and she said to the grandmother:
What will these be in the next life?
And the grandmother danced and sang
She never answered
And she was never there
Like poetry that is not anywhere
And yet it is everywhere.
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Biographical Note:
Achilles Katsarós (1976-) was born in Ioannina, Epirus. He graduated from the University of Athens, Dept. of Literature. Author of fourth books of poems. He lives in Athena.