A silver pool

Chapter 27: LITTLE WHITE GATE

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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.

LITTLE WHITE GATE

Little painted, wooden gate,

Swinging in and out,

Crickets chirping in the grass,

Honey-bees about;

Hollyhocks and marigolds

Laughing in the sun,

Where quiet pools of shadows

Ripple, one by one;

Friendly glow of lamplight

Across the window sill.

From the dark a plaintive voice

Calling “Whippoor-will.”

Moonlight trailing up the path

Draperies of foam,

Spell for me contentment,

And the peace of home.