A silver pool

Chapter 7: WHEN I REMEMBER

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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.

WHEN I REMEMBER

You never come and speak to me when I am glad,

But only if the flowers in my garden droop with rain,

And when the sunlight runs away from skies gone mad,

Then I am hushed, and hear your voice again.

Although I light my lamp and bar the door,

I feel your presence crowding, more and more,

Until I crouch among the shadows on the floor,

And watch my memories dance their dance of pain.