Lady at Her Mirror by Rainer Maria Rilke

(January 2013)

As spices blend into her sleeping-drink,

She softly melts those features loosed to sleep

Down in it, lets her smile subside and sink.

And then she waits to watch clear liquid rise

Into the mirror. From her evening gown,

She lifts one wondrous shoulder, as her eyes

Drink from her image quietly. She takes

That glass filled with mistrust, and then she makes

The gesture for her maid, but not before

An armoire, and the dregs of this late hour.

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