by: D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)
- AD I but
- Helen, you could discharge the ache out of the cloud;
- Had I known yesterday you could take
- The turgid electric ache away,
- Drink it up with your proud
- White body, as lovely white lightning
- Is drunk from an agonized sky by the earth,
- I might have hated you, Helen.
- But since my limbs gushed full of fire,
- Since from out of my blood and bone
- Poured a heavy flame
- To you, earth of my atmosphere, stone
- Of my steel, lovely white flint of desire,
- You have no name.
- Earth of my swaying atmosphere,
- Substance of my inconstant breath,
- I cannot but cleave to you.
- Since you have drunken up the drear
- Painful electric storm, and death
- Is washed from the blue
- Of my eyes, I see you beautiful.
- You are strong and passive and beautiful,
- I come like winds that uncertain hover;
- But you
- Are the earth I hover over.
POEMS BY D.H. LAWRENCE
"Reproach" is reprinted
from Amores: Poems. D.H. Lawrence. New York: B.W. Huebsch,