Me again…and defining poetry!

History

            D.H.Lawrence

The list less beauty of the hour

When the snow fell on the apple-trees

And the woods-ash gathered in the fire

And we faced our first miseries.

 

Then the sweeping sunshine of noon

When the mountains like chariot cors

Were ranked to blue battle -and you and i

Counted out scars.

 

And then  in a strange, grey hour

We lay mouth to mlouth, with your face

Under mine, like a star on the lake

And i covered the earth and all space.

 

The silent drifting hours

Of morn after morn

And yet drifting up to the night

Yet no pathway worn.

 

Your life and mine, my love

Passing on and on, the hate

Fusing closer and closer with love

Till lenght they mate.

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