A silver pool

Chapter 25: WILLOWS

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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.

WILLOWS

When I loitered on the paths

Of gay and vivid hours,

My songs all ran away and hid,

And seemed afraid of flowers.

But in among the shadows,

Beneath the willow tree,

All my little unsung songs

Come singing back to me.