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Название: The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       beyond

       Question or diminution,

       Add yourself up, and your seed, to the nought

       Of your last solution.

      Both Sides of the Medal

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      AND because you love me

       think you you do not hate me?

       Ha, since you love me

       to ecstasy

       it follows you hate me to ecstasy.

       Because when you hear me

       go down the road outside the house

       you must come to the window to watch me go,

       do you think it is pure worship?

       Because, when I sit in the room,

       here, in my own house,

       and you want to enlarge yourself with this friend of

       mine,

       such a friend as he is,

       yet you cannot get beyond your awareness of me

       you are held back by my being in the same world

       with you,

       do you think it is bliss alone?

       sheer harmony?

       No doubt if I were dead, you must

       reach into death after me,

       but would not your hate reach even more madly

       than your love?

       your impassioned, unfinished hate?

       Since you have a passion for me,

       as I for you,

       does not that passion stand in your way like a

       Balaam's ass?

       and am I not Balaam's ass

       golden-mouthed occasionally?

       But mostly, do you not detest my bray?

       Since you are confined in the orbit of me

       do you not loathe the confinement?

       Is not even the beauty and peace of an orbit

       an intolerable prison to you,

       as it is to everybody?

       But we will learn to submit

       each of us to the balanced, eternal orbit

       wherein we circle on our fate

       in strange conjunction.

       What is chaos, my love?

       It is not freedom.

       A disarray of falling stars coming to nought.

      Loggerheads

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      PLEASE yourself how you have it.

       Take my words, and fling

       Them down on the counter roundly;

       See if they ring.

       Sift my looks and expressions,

       And see what proportion there is

       Of sand in my doubtful sugar

       Of verities.

       Have a real stock-taking

       Of my manly breast;

       Find out if I'm sound or bankrupt,

       Or a poor thing at best.

       For I am quite indifferent

       To your dubious state,

       As to whether you've found a fortune

       In me, or a flea-bitten fate.

       Make a good investigation

       Of all that is there,

       And then, if it's worth it, be grateful—

       If not then despair.

       If despair is our portion

       Then let us despair.

       Let us make for the weeping willow.

       I don't care.

      December Night

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      TAKE off your cloak and your hat

       And your shoes, and draw up at my hearth

       Where never woman sat.

       I have made the fire up bright;

       Let us leave the rest in the dark

       And sit by firelight.

       The wine is warm in the hearth;

       The flickers come and go.

       I will warm your feet with kisses

       Until they glow.

      New Year's Eve

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      THERE are only two things now,

       The great black night scooped out

       And this fire-glow.

       This fire-glow, the core,

       And we the two ripe pips

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