A silver pool

Chapter 41: TO CONGDON

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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 CONGDON

When I look among the shadows in my soul,

I am glad for every scar and sin;

(Oh, little child, upon the threshold of my heart, Stay within!)

I will mould to golden-tinted globes of pearl,

My rebellion, with each bruising shame,

And kindled from my dark, their light will keep your dreams

Star-frost and flame.

Then I will mend all broken songs of mine,

To thread them on a many-colored string,

That you may count them, as you lean against my heart,

And learn to sing.