David Herbert Lawrence

(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

A Spiritual Woman - Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.

I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
If I can—if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark you’ll have got what you want to find.
You’ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And I’m a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness—
I hate you.


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  • Rookie - 178 Points Brian Jani (7/12/2014 8:15:00 AM)

    you have a clever way of binding your poetry, this is awesome writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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