Alfonsina Storni

(29 May 1892 – 25 October 1938 / Capriasca)

Sweet Torture - Poem by Alfonsina Storni

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 about Sweet Torture by Alfonsina Storni

  • (11/26/2017 2:07:00 AM)

    wtf are you ok dude or high when doing this (Report)Reply

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  • Rebecca Navarre (10/14/2016 10:20:00 PM)

    Wow! ! ! ! Talk about Incredible! ! ! How Beautifully Done! ! ! Congratulations! ! ! Really Wonderful Poem! ! ! Thank You
    for Sharing! ! !
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  • Bisy Untan (10/14/2016 9:28:00 PM)

    Sweet tortures in life always give us the power of endurance. Beautiful thoughts! (Report)Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/14/2016 7:21:00 PM)

    How much sweet torture quietly suffered...... Congratulations for being selected poem of the day....... (Report)Reply

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  • Dipankar Sadhukhan (10/14/2016 4:51:00 PM)

    Beautifully expressed... (Report)Reply

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  • (10/14/2016 11:26:00 AM)

    Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied.
    Superb conceptualization so also the whole poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
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  • Rajnish Manga (10/14/2016 9:21:00 AM)

    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. (Report)Reply

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  • Seamus O Brian (10/14/2016 9:17:00 AM)

    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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  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/14/2016 9:16:00 AM)

    Gold dust. Thanks for sharing. (Report)Reply

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  • Mizzy ........ (10/14/2016 4:40:00 AM)

    Very nicely written....... (Report)Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (10/14/2016 1:46:00 AM)

    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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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