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,
- 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....
POEMS BY OLGA MISHKIN
"Irony" is reprinted from
Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown Publishers,