A silver pool

Chapter 9: PIERROT

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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.

PIERROT

Pierrot came and watched me

Sewing on my seam,

And handed me gay, silken threads,

Broken from a dream.

He helped me trim the lantern

That hangs beside my door,

And brought me petaled thoughts

To sprinkle on the floor.

He picked a rose and left me,

In the shadowed light,

But I found the gate ajar,

Swinging in the night.

Then I ran and gathered stars,

From the hollows of the sea,

And pinned them on my breast—

Pierrot called to me.