| I kiss your mouth. Ah, love, / Could I but seal its ruddy, shining spring / Of passion, parch it up, destroy, remove / Its softly-stirring crimson welling-up / Of kisses! Oh, help me, God! |
| —Seven Seals, New Poems |
| D.H. Lawrence |
D.H. Lawrence
Title: D.H. Lawrence
Author: Lawrence, D.H