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D.H. Lawrence Poems

Mutilation

Last Words to Miriam

Winter in the Boulevard

The Inheritance

After Many Days

After Many Days


I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
if under your slipping words, that easily flow
about you as a garment, easily,
your violent heart beats to and fro!

Long have I waited, never once confessed,
even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
reparation?

If I could cast this clothing off from me,
if I could lift my naked self to you,
of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be
good; It would let the ache come through.

But that you hold me still so kindly cold
aloof my floating heart will not allow;
Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold
your pleasure now.
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