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Amores Poems   By: (1885-1930)

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E text prepared by Lewis Jones

D. H. Lawrence (1916) Amores





New York B. W. Huebsch 1916

Copyright, 1916, by D. H. Lawrence










Tease The Wild Common Study Discord in Childhood Virgin Youth Monologue of a Mother In a Boat Week night Service Irony Dreams Old Dreams Nascent A Winter's Tale Epilogue A Baby Running Barefoot Discipline Scent of Irises The Prophet Last Words to Miriam Mystery Patience Ballad of Another Ophelia Restlessness A Baby Asleep After Pain Anxiety The Punisher The End The Bride The Virgin Mother At the Window Drunk Sorrow Dolor of Autumn The Inheritance Silence Listening Brooding Grief Lotus Hurt by the Cold Malade Liaison Troth with the Dead Dissolute Submergence The Enkindled Spring Reproach The Hands of the Betrothed Excursion Perfidy A Spiritual Woman Mating A Love Song Brother and Sister After Many Days Blue Snap Dragon A Passing Bell In Trouble and Shame Elegy Grey Evening Firelight and Nightfall The Mystic Blue



I WILL give you all my keys, You shall be my châtelaine, You shall enter as you please, As you please shall go again.

When I hear you jingling through All the chambers of my soul, How I sit and laugh at you In your vain housekeeping rôle.

Jealous of the smallest cover, Angry at the simplest door; Well, you anxious, inquisitive lover, Are you pleased with what's in store?

You have fingered all my treasures, Have you not, most curiously, Handled all my tools and measures And masculine machinery?

Over every single beauty You have had your little rapture; You have slain, as was your duty, Every sin mouse you could capture.

Still you are not satisfied, Still you tremble faint reproach; Challenge me I keep aside Secrets that you may not broach.

Maybe yes, and maybe no, Maybe there are secret places, Altars barbarous below, Elsewhere halls of high disgraces.

Maybe yes, and maybe no, You may have it as you please, Since I choose to keep you so, Suppliant on your curious knees.


THE quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the pee wits are sweeping: They are lords of the desolate wastes of sadness their screamings proclaim.

Rabbits, handfuls of brown earth, lie Low rounded on the mournful grass they have bitten down to the quick. Are they asleep? Are they alive? Now see, when I Move my arms the hill bursts and heaves under their spurting kick.

The common flaunts bravely; but below, from the rushes Crowds of glittering king cups surge to challenge the blossoming bushes; There the lazy streamlet pushes Its curious course mildly; here it wakes again, leaps, laughs, and gushes.

Into a deep pond, an old sheep dip, Dark, overgrown with willows, cool, with the brook ebbing through so slow, Naked on the steep, soft lip Of the bank I stand watching my own white shadow quivering to and fro.

What if the gorse flowers shrivelled and kissing were lost? Without the pulsing waters, where were the marigolds and the songs of the brook? If my veins and my breasts with love embossed Withered, my insolent soul would be gone like flowers that the hot wind took.

So my soul like a passionate woman turns, Filled with remorseful terror to the man she scorned, and her love For myself in my own eyes' laughter burns, Runs ecstatic over the pliant folds rippling down to my belly from the breast lights above... Continue reading book >>

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