Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine 
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine. 

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame, 
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate, 
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same. 

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Poet: D.H. Lawrence
Poem: Dissolute

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Jan 30 2006
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