The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence. D. H. Lawrence
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Название: The Poetry of D. H. Lawrence

Автор: D. H. Lawrence

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">       But let me finish what I have begun

       And shirt you now invulnerable in the mail

       Of iron kisses, kisses linked like steel.

       Put greaves upon your thighs and knees, and frail

       Webbing of steel on your feet. So you shall feel

       Ensheathed invulnerable with me, with seven

       Great seals upon your outgoings, and woven

       Chain of my mystic will wrapped perfectly

       Upon you, wrapped in indomitable me.

      Reading A Letter

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      SHE sits on the recreation ground

       Under an oak whose yellow buds dot the pale

       blue sky.

       The young grass twinkles in the wind, and the sound

       Of the wind in the knotted buds in a canopy.

       So sitting under the knotted canopy

       Of the wind, she is lifted and carried away as in

       a balloon

       Across the insensible void, till she stoops to see

       The sandy desert beneath her, the dreary platoon.

       She knows the waste all dry beneath her, in one

       place

       Stirring with earth-coloured life, ever turning and

       stirring.

       But never the motion has a human face

       Nor sound, save intermittent machinery whirring.

       And so again, on the recreation ground

       She alights a stranger, wondering, unused to the

       scene;

       Suffering at sight of the children playing around,

       Hurt at the chalk-coloured tulips, and the evening-green.

      Twenty Years Ago

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      ROUND the house were lilacs and strawberries

       And foal-foots spangling the paths,

       And far away on the sand-hills, dewberries

       Caught dust from the sea's long swaths.

       Up the wolds the woods were walking,

       And nuts fell out of their hair.

       At the gate the nets hung, balking

       The star-lit rush of a hare.

       In the autumn fields, the stubble

       Tinkled the music of gleaning.

       At a mother's knees, the trouble

       Lost all its meaning.

       Yea, what good beginnings

       To this sad end!

       Have we had our innings?

       God forfend!

      Intime

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      RETURNING, I find her just the same,

       At just the same old delicate game.

       Still she says: "Nay, loose no flame

       To lick me up and do me harm!

       Be all yourself!—for oh, the charm

       Of your heart of fire in which I look!

       Oh, better there than in any book

       Glow and enact the dramas and dreams

       I love for ever!—there it seems

       You are lovelier than life itself, till desire

       Comes licking through the bars of your lips

       And over my face the stray fire slips,

       Leaving a burn and an ugly smart

       That will have the oil of illusion. Oh, heart

       Of fire and beauty, loose no more

       Your reptile flames of lust; ah, store

       Your passion in the basket of your soul,

       Be all yourself, one bonny, burning coal

       That stays with steady joy of its own fire.

       But do not seek to take me by desire.

       Oh, do not seek to thrust on me your fire!

       For in the firing all my porcelain

       Of flesh does crackle and shiver and break in pain,

       My ivory and marble black with stain,

       My veil of sensitive mystery rent in twain,

       My altars sullied, I, bereft, remain

       A priestess execrable, taken in vain—"

       So the refrain

       Sings itself over, and so the game

       Re-starts itself wherein I am kept

       Like a glowing brazier faintly blue of flame

       So that the delicate love-adept

       Can warm her hands and invite her soul,

       Sprinkling incense and salt of words

       And kisses pale, and sipping the toll

       Of incense-smoke that rises like birds.

       Yet I've forgotten in playing this game,

       Things I have known that shall СКАЧАТЬ