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A silver pool

Chapter 37: REBELLION
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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.

REBELLION

If Death should scatter poppy-dust
Across my path tonight,
Then wrap me in his cold, dark cloak,
And shut me from the light.
If he should point a strange, still way,
How could I bear to go,
And never feel again the sun,
Nor watch a primrose grow?