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Gloire de Dijon — D.H. Lawrence

beautiful-rose-for-meWhen she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
And the sunbeams catch her
Glistening white on the shoulders,
While down her sides the mellow
Golden shadow glows as
She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
Sway like full-blown yellow
Gloire de Dijon roses.

She drips herself with water, and her shoulders
Glisten as silver, they crumple up
Like wet and falling roses, and I listen
For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals.
In the window full of sunlight
Concentrates her golden shadow
Fold on fold, until it glows as
Mellow as the glory roses.


1 Comment on Gloire de Dijon — D.H. Lawrence

  1. profumi, sensazioni, immagini invadono l’aria che mi circonda. piena di sole, sebbene Autunno. Poesia bellissima, piena di ritmo e verità velate ! Grazie e buona giornata

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