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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Poem by D.H.Lawrence


Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze,
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so
Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze
See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know
I loved, but there she goes and her beauty hurts my heart;
I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.

1 comment:

steve dAvis said...

Beautiful; thanks for posting Andrew.