| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Unreality | | By Mercedes de Acosta |
| | From “Through Windows”
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, | 5 |
| 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— | 10 |
| 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. | | | | |
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