A silver pool

Chapter 32: INTERLUDE

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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.

INTERLUDE

When Night-time stoops to lay her hands

Upon my tired eyes,

And strings her silver lanterns

Across the curtained skies,

Reflected in the mirror,

She holds above my sleep—

I see a golden lotus,

She bids me pick and keep.

Then, drugged, my soul goes speeding

Across a dream-swept plain,

Until I stumble back at dawn,

To break my heart again.