Kostas Koutsourelis Poems

The lips of the summer
on the snow

The sea's look
which dries
...

In olden times - but surely we all know? -
There were so many angels in the sky
That all the other celestial hosts
Found it nigh impossible to get by.
...

In this mausoleum of words
every page guards
an uncertain memory,
a dusty immortality
...

Which shadows
come back
in their cradle

Who are sleeping
...