See the stars, love,
In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter, 
Like nenuphars. 

Star-shadows shine, love,
How many stars in your bowl? 
How many shadows in your soul,
Only mine, love, mine? 

When I move the oars, love, 
See how the stars are tossed,
Distorted, the brightest lost. 
—So that bright one of yours, love.

The poor waters spill 
The stars, waters broken, forsaken. 
—The heavens are not shaken, you say, love,
Its stars stand still. 

There, did you see 
That spark fly up at us; even 
Stars are not safe in heaven. 
—What of yours, then, love, yours?

What then, love, if soon 
Your light be tossed over a wave?
Will you count the darkness a grave,
And swoon, love, swoon? 

Added: Mar 18 2005 | Viewed: 1719 times | Comments (0)

Poet: D.H. Lawrence
Poem: In a Boat

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