David Herbert Lawrence
Poems of David Herbert Lawrence
|103.||Trees in the Garden||7/8/2009|
|104.||Troth with the Dead||1/1/2004|
|106.||We are Transmitters||1/1/2004|
|108.||Whales Weep Not!||7/8/2009|
|110.||Worm Either Way||1/1/2004|
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.