A silver pool

Chapter 22: FAME

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The volume gathers short, lyrical poems that move between intimate confession and vivid, travel-tinted scenes, often using sea, desert, and carnival imagery to evoke longing and desire. Many pieces treat love, loss, and memory with devotional or elegiac tones, transforming personal feeling into music and visual metaphor. Occasional persona poems and translated voice-poems recall distant cultures and theatrical figures, while recurring motifs—stars, fires, pools, and painted streets—anchor the collection’s contemplative mood.

FAME

I lay on the edge of desert sands,

And watched It dance;

Mirage was painted before my eyes,

With brush of chance.

I followed the track of the Phantom

Down to the sea,

And found that only a chill, spent wind

Had called to me.