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A silver pool

Chapter 33: TO MY FATHER

By Beulah Field

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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.

TO MY FATHER

Although you touched my life so brief a time,

Because of you, I tread the stressful years

With courage, patterned from your quiet strength,

And laughter tempering my meed of tears.

Because of you, I hold and reverence books,

High in my heart, as is my creed of song,

And to the imprint of your kindliness,

The measure of my love and faith belong.

Because you held my hand that little while,

I know a joy in all green, growing things,

And rapture, when strong music breaks, and soars

A veil of flame on iridescent wings.

Your love has framed the window of my life,

And as I watch the twilight creeping through,

I know whatever sacraments I share

With peace and beauty, are because of you.