Sweet Torture

by
 My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied

How much sweet torture quietly suffered,
When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness,
She who knows the tricks, I passed the days
kissing the two hands that stifled my life.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Sweet TortureEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...


Top Alfonsina Storni Poems

Analysis and Comments on Sweet Torture

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Sweet Torture here.