Dissolute
by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)
Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.
And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same
|
On The Balcony
Bei Hennef
Winter's Tale, A
Baby Running Barefoot, A
Love Song, A
Passing Bell, A
Spiritual Woman, A
Baby Asleep After Pain, A
Bride, The
|
