T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
A Bad Beginning
By D. H. Lawrence (18851930)(From Look! We Have Come Through! 1918) |
THE YELLOW sun steps over the mountain-top | |
And falters a few short steps across the lake— | |
Are you awake? | |
See, glittering on the milk-blue, morning lake | |
They are laying the golden racing-track of the sun; | 5 |
The day has begun. | |
The sun is in my eyes, I must get up. | |
I want to go, there’s a gold road blazes before | |
My breast—which is so sore. | |
What?—your throat is bruised, bruised with my kisses? | 10 |
Ah, but if I am cruel what then are you? | |
I am bruised right through. | |
What if I love you!—This misery | |
Of your dissatisfaction and misprision | |
Stupefies me. | 15 |
Ah yes, your open arms! Ah yes, ah yes, | |
You would take me to your breast!—But no, | |
You should come to mine, | |
It were better so. | |
Here I am—get up and come to me! | 20 |
Not as a visitor either, nor a sweet | |
And winsome child of innocence; nor | |
As an insolent mistress telling my pulse’s beat. | |
Come to me like a woman coming home | |
To the man who is her husband, all the rest | 25 |
Subordinate to this, that he and she | |
Are joined together for ever, as is best. | |
Behind me on the lake I hear the steamer drumming | |
From Austria. There lies the world, and here | |
Am I. Which way are you coming? | 30 |