D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916.
7. In a Boat
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In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter,
Like nenuphars.
How many stars in your bowl?
How many shadows in your soul,
Only mine, love, mine?
See how the stars are tossed,
Distorted, the brightest lost.
—So that bright one of yours, love.
The stars, waters broken, forsaken.
—The heavens are not shaken, you say, love,
Its stars stand still.
That spark fly up at us; even
Stars are not safe in heaven.
—What of yours, then, love, yours?
Your light be tossed over a wave?
Will you count the darkness a grave,
And swoon, love, swoon?