Look! We Have Come Through!. D. H. Lawrence

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FLOWERS

       CRAVING FOR SPRING

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      THESE poems should not be considered separately, as so many single pieces. They are intended as an essential story, or history, or confession, unfolding one from the other in organic development, the whole revealing the intrinsic experience of a man during the crisis of manhood, when he marries and comes into himself. The period covered is, roughly, the sixth lustre of a man's life

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       After much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. Together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. The conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness

       MOONRISE AND who has seen the moon, who has not seen Her rise from out the chamber of the deep, Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw Confession of delight upon the wave, Littering the waves with her own superscription Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us Spread out and known at last, and we are sure That beauty is a thing beyond the grave, That perfect, bright experience never falls To nothingness, and time will dim the moon Sooner than our full consummation here In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.

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      THE sun immense and rosy

       Must have sunk and become extinct

       The night you closed your eyes for ever against me.

       Grey days, and wan, dree dawnings

       Since then, with fritter of flowers—

       Day wearies me with its ostentation and fawnings.

       Still, you left me the nights,

       The great dark glittery window,

       The bubble hemming this empty existence with

       lights.

       Still in the vast hollow

       Like a breath in a bubble spinning

       Brushing the stars, goes my soul, that skims the

       bounds like a swallow!

       I can look through

       The film of the bubble night, to where you are.

       Through the film I can almost touch you.

       EASTWOOD

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      THE stars that open and shut

       Fall on my shallow breast

       Like stars on a pool.

       The soft wind, blowing cool

       Laps little crest after crest

       Of ripples across my breast.

       And dark grass under my feet

       Seems to dabble in me

       Like grass in a brook.

       Oh, and it is sweet

       To be all these things, not to be

       Any more myself.

       For look,

       I am weary of myself!

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      AH God, life, law, so many names you keep,

       You great, you patient Effort, and you Sleep

       That does inform this various dream of living,

       You sleep stretched out for ever, ever giving

       Us out as dreams, you august Sleep

       Coursed round by rhythmic movement of all

       time,

       The constellations, your great heart, the sun

       Fierily pulsing, unable to refrain;

       Since you, vast, outstretched, wordless Sleep

       Permit of no beyond, ah you, whose dreams

       We are, and body of sleep, let it never be said

       I quailed at my appointed function, turned poltroon

       For when at night, from out the full surcharge

       Of a day's experience, sleep does slowly draw

       The harvest, the spent action to itself;

       Leaves me unburdened to begin again;

       At night, I say, when I am gone in sleep,

       Does my slow heart rebel, do my dead hands

       Complain of what the day has had them do?

       Never let it be said I was poltroon

       At this my task of living, this my dream,

       This me which rises from the dark of sleep

       In white flesh robed to drape another dream,

       As lightning comes all white and trembling

       From out the cloud of sleep, looks round about

       One moment, sees, and swift

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