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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Unreality

Mercedes de Acosta

THROUGH the window-pane I see your face,

Its outline a little vague

In the dimness of the shadow.

But the whiteness of your skin

Is like a clean ship’s sail,

Standing out in the darkness of a night.

And your eyes, I see them like two golden bowls,

With the rays of a thousand moonbeams sweeping over them.

As I pass out into the blackness,

I wonder if I have ever really known you—

Or if you exist at all,

And are not but a twisted, fevered, silver creation of my brain.

And the unreality of you comes over me,

Like a mist upon a lonely sea.