AFTERWARD
NOW I remember very plain:
A sumac leaf was red,
The bloom of grape was on the hills,
The river was a twisted thread.
That day I marked not leaf nor hill,
Nor rivers to the sea—
I was my lover’s garden closed,
I was his tower of ivory.
About This Book
A collection of short lyrical poems that weave mythic and religious imagery with intimate observations of nature and interior feeling. Many pieces draw on classical figures and Renaissance art, while others reflect domestic scenes, sleep, music, and sacrament; recurrent motifs include night and light, birds, water, and ritual. Voice shifts between contemplative reverie and pastoral detail, exploring longing, faith, and creative impulse. The sequence moves through imagistic vignettes—moonlit meadows, bathing maidens, sacramental harvests, and dreams—linking private emotion to larger spiritual and mythical resonances.