IRONY

by: Olga Mishkin

      E loves me--I know it,
      And yet my heart--it weeps,
      And the sad, gloomy night weeps with it;
      And the moaning of the plaintive winds
      Echoes my sighs.
       
      I tire--and soon my heavy head rests its somber weights upon a cushion of down.
      I slumber--and I dream;
      Dear dreams that fill my false heart with joy,
      When--
      A kiss burns my lips;
      A fond embrace scorches my shrinking body;
      A merry, joyous laughter rings in my burning ears,
      And I awake--
      I see--my master before me.
       
      But my thoughts?
      Far, far away they have flown
      To him who loves me,
      And whom I dare to love....
      Another kiss--another passionate embrace,
      And he--the keeper of my wretched body laughs again--happily,
       
      And I?
      I laugh too,
      With bitterness....

"Irony" is reprinted from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers, 1921.

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