February 18, 2008

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  D.H. Lawrence

   

  In Trouble and Shame

   

  I look at the swaling sunset

  And wish I could go also

  Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.

   

  I wish that I could go

  where I could put off

  My shame like shoes in the porch,

  My pain like garments,

  And leave my flesh discarded lying

  Like luggage of some departed traveller

  Gone one knows not where.

   

  The I would turn round,

  And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,

  I would laugh with joy.

   

   

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