The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence. D. H. Lawrence

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      Lightning

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      I felt the lurch and halt of her heart

       Next my breast, where my own heart was beating;

       And I laughed to feel it plunge and bound,

       And strange in my blood-swept ears was the sound

       Of the words I kept repeating,

       Repeating with tightened arms, and the hot blood’s blindfold art.

      Her breath flew warm against my neck,

       Warm as a flame in the close night air;

       And the sense of her clinging flesh was sweet

       Where her arms and my neck’s blood-surge could meet.

       Holding her thus, did I care

       That 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,

       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.