Love Poems and Others. D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ the black night hid her from me, blotted out every speck?

      I leaned me forward to find her lips,

       And claim her utterly in a kiss,

      When the lightning flew across her face,

      And I saw her for the flaring space

       Of a second, afraid of the clips

      Of my arms, inert with dread, wilted in fear of my kiss.

      A moment, like a wavering spark,

       Her face lay there before my breast,

      Pale love lost in a snow of fear,

      And guarded by a glittering tear,

       And lips apart with dumb cries;

      A moment, and she was taken again in the merciful dark.

I heard the thunder, and felt the rain, [p. xx]

       And my arms fell loose, and I was dumb.

      Almost I hated her, she was so good,

      Hated myself, and the place, and my blood,

       Which burned with rage, as I bade her come

      Home, away home, ere the lightning floated forth again.

SONG-DAY IN AUTUMN [p. xxi]

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      When the autumn roses

       Are heavy with dew,

      Before the mist discloses

       The leaf’s brown hue,

      You would, among the laughing hills

       Of yesterday

      Walk innocent in the daffodils,

      Coiffing up your auburn hair

      In a puritan fillet, a chaste white snare

      To catch and keep me with you there

       So far away.

      When from the autumn roses

       Trickles the dew,

      When the blue mist uncloses

       And the sun looks through,

      You from those startled hills

       Come away,

      Out of the withering daffodils;

      Thoughtful, and half afraid,

      Plaiting a heavy, auburn braid

      And coiling it round the wise brows of a maid

       Who was scared in her play.

      When in the autumn roses

       Creeps a bee,

      And a trembling flower encloses

       His ecstasy,

      You from your lonely walk

       Turn away,

And leaning to me like a flower on its stalk, [p. xxii]

      Wait among the beeches

      For your late bee who beseeches

      To creep through your loosened hair till he reaches,

       Your heart of dismay.

AWARE [p. xxiii]

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      Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze,

      Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so

      Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze

      See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know

      I loved, but there she goes and her beauty hurts my heart;

      I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.

A PANG OF REMINISCENCE [p. xxiv]

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      High and smaller goes the moon, she is small and very far from me,

      Wistful and candid, watching me wistfully, and I see

      Trembling blue in her pallor a tear that surely I have seen before,

      A tear which I had hoped that even hell held not again in store.

A WHITE BLOSSOM [p. xxv]

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      A tiny moon as white and small as a single jasmine flower

      Leans all alone above my window, on night’s wintry bower,

      Liquid as lime-tree blossom, soft as brilliant water or rain

      She shines, the one white love of my youth, which all sin cannot stain.

RED MOON-RISE [p. xxvi]

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      The train in running across the weald has fallen into a steadier stroke

      So even, it beats like silence, and sky and earth in one unbroke

      Embrace of darkness lie around, СКАЧАТЬ