Sweet Torture Poem by Alfonsina Storni
Sweet Torture
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
Sweet tortures in life always give us the power of endurance. Beautiful thoughts!
How much sweet torture quietly suffered...... Congratulations for being selected poem of the day.......
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
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.
Artuistic, poetic, great melancholy, most deserving as the Classic Poem Of The Day. Congratulations 5 Stars Full Score!
Nicely expressed thoughts and feelings, a poignant piece of poetry
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Wow! ! ! ! Talk about Incredible! ! ! How Beautifully Done! ! ! Congratulations! ! ! Really Wonderful Poem! ! ! Thank You for Sharing! ! !