The silver net

Chapter 21: BUT IN HER EYES THERE IS NO LIGHT

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A sequence of lyrical meditations that shifts between dreamlike visions, confessional solitude, and mythic or biblical reverie. Recurring images of sea and shipwreck, roses and gardens, and masked or legendary figures are used to probe longing, shame, desire, and the hope for spiritual renewal. Poems alternate between dramatic monologue, fable-like sketches, and brief nocturnes, exploring the tensions between illusion and revelation, life and death, and love as both ensnaring and ennobling, producing a compact, contemplative cycle of symbolist-inflected verse.

BUT IN HER EYES THERE IS NO LIGHT

You see her in a ball-room, at the play,

And in the street you meet her every day,

Pale as the pearls she wears about her neck.

Silent she sits at table by your side,

Smiling she walks with you at eventide,

Pale as the pearls she wears about her neck.

She haunts your thoughts by day, your dreams by night....

But in her wondering eyes there is no light,

No more than in the pearls about her neck.