D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916.
32. Dolor of Autumn
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Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn
And the snore of the night in my ear.
All my life, in a rush
Of shedding away, has left me
Naked, exposed on the bush.
Like a newly-naked berry, shrink
Disclosed: but I also am prowling
As well in the scents that slink
Of flesh that stands dismayed on the bush;
And I in the stealthy, brindled odours
Prowling about the lush
My soul, along with the rout,
Rank and treacherous, prowling,
Disseminated out.
Has taken my spirit outside
Me, till I reel with disseminated consciousness,
Like a man who has died.
Here on the bush of the globe,
A newly-naked berry of flesh
For the stars to probe.