Mercedes de Acosta Poems

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1.
Unreality

THROUGH the window-pane I see your face,
Its outline a little vague
In the dimness of the shadow.
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2.
To Vouletti

THERE is not a leaf grown,
Not a breeze that's blown,
Not a sweet fragrant tree,
That is not you to me.
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3.
Soiled Hands

AFTER everyone had left,
It was always so wonderful sitting in the dark theatre with you.
There was a mystery about it,
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