Sweet Torture Poem by Alfonsina Storni

Sweet Torture

Rating: 3.4


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Subhas Chandra Chakra 14 October 2016

When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness, She who knows the tricks, I passed the days kissing the two hands that stifled my life Beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.

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Mizzy ........ 14 October 2016

Very nicely written.......

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Edward Kofi Louis 14 October 2016

Gold dust. Thanks for sharing.

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Seamus O Brian 14 October 2016

whoa, I kind of read this through quickly, not quite catching the depth of the pain and regret until the last 2 lines smacked me in the head. Then I went back and re-read it sinking deeper and deeper into that melancholy with each line. Powerful, and—indeed—haunting

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Rajnish Manga 14 October 2016

Great poem, a very poignant one, coming out of the heart of a tormented soul. I think the poem echoes the groans of millions of women through out the world. Thanks.

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Rebecca Navarre 14 October 2016

Wow! ! ! ! Talk about Incredible! ! ! How Beautifully Done! ! ! Congratulations! ! ! Really Wonderful Poem! ! ! Thank You for Sharing! ! !

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Bisy Untan 14 October 2016

Sweet tortures in life always give us the power of endurance. Beautiful thoughts!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 14 October 2016

How much sweet torture quietly suffered...... Congratulations for being selected poem of the day.......

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Dipankar Sadhukhan 14 October 2016

Beautifully expressed...

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 October 2016

Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied. Superb conceptualization so also the whole poem. Thanks for sharing it here.

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