Dissolute
D. H. Lawrence
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.
Next 10 Poems
- D. H. Lawrence : Dolor Of Autumn
- D. H. Lawrence : Dreams
- D. H. Lawrence : Dreams Nascent
- D. H. Lawrence : Dreams Old
- D. H. Lawrence : Drunk
- D. H. Lawrence : Elegy
- D. H. Lawrence : Embankment At Night, Before The War: Charity
- D. H. Lawrence : Embankment At Night, Before The War: Outcasts
- D. H. Lawrence : Epilogue
- D. H. Lawrence : Everlasting Flowers
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- D. H. Lawrence : Discord In Childhood
- D. H. Lawrence : Discipline
- D. H. Lawrence : Debacle
- D. H. Lawrence : Cruelty And Love
- D. H. Lawrence : Craving For Spring
- D. H. Lawrence : Conundrums
- D. H. Lawrence : Conceit
- D. H. Lawrence : Coming Awake
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