D. H. Lawrence

Last Words to Miriam (Version 2)

Yours is the sullen sorrow,
      The disgrace is also mine;
Your love was intense and thorough,
Mine was the love of a growing flower
      For the sunshine.
 
You had the power to explore me,
Blossom me stalk by stalk;
You woke my spirit, you bore me
To consciousness, you gave me the dour
      Awareness —then I suffered a balk.
 
Body to body I could not
      Love you, although I would.
We kissed, we kissed though we should not.
You yielded, we threw the last cast,
      And it was no good.
 
You only endured, and it broke
      My craftsman’s nerve.
No flesh responded to my stroke;
So I failed to give you the last
      Fine torture you did deserve.
 
You are shapely, you are adorned
      But opaque and null in the flesh;
Who, had I but pierced with the thorned
Full anguish, perhaps had been cast
      In a lovely illuinined mesh
 
Like a painted window; the best
      Fire passed through your flesh,
Undrossed it, and left it blest
In clean new awareness. But now
      Who shall take you afresh?
 
Now who will burn you free
      From your body’s deadness and dross?
Since the fire has failed in me,
What man will stoop in your flesh to plough
      The shrieking cross?
 
A mute, nearly beautiful thing
      Is your face, that fills me with shame
As I see it hardening;
I should have been cruel enough to bring
      You through the flame.
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