Most of the planet is covered in water and it is easy to ignore that fact. But poet Niki Koulouris has pondered the ocean and has brilliantly put her observations in a collection call The sea with no one in it.
I’m fond of ships
the turning weather
for they are never without alternatives
and they may contain the whole population of the mountains
their disasters leave us without suspicion;
leave us stranger
I’ve seen the ocean once
and I know it has potential
the only way to look at it
is as if it is familiar
there must be more to this than tides,
the centre of the city;
I want to understand the voyage
these qualms beneath my feet.
It is almost a shame to add my few words to the wonderful observations that are in this small volume. The thoughts are clear and artistic. And if this book is taken to a quiet corner and pondered, the reader’s mind is clearly enlightened in many ways.
24 . (for Jackson Pollock)
In a pact with an owl
you wade through
the cramped reflections of a lake
so many nights on short fuse wire
you drive like a gelding
those two canoes
lifted like sleepers
This is a wonderful first read and a wonderful re-read. A must for any library.
Where were stars before Rome
and who are these tourists looking
at Michelangelo’s David
as if he were an undressed skin diver
in a glass elevator held up
for some reason on the second floor
therein holding his slingshot over his shoulder
his shins like the undersides of twin sharks
bare feet yet to defy the minefields of a modern city
or walk over star-deep linoleum
to meet the shallow-wristed tide
from where he might consider hurling
that stone into the water.
Niki Koulouris’ s reflections in The sea with no one in it are profound and bold. A carefully crafted piece of work that should be read again and again.