I will give you all my keys, 
You shall be my châtelaine, 
You shall enter as you please, 
As you please shall go again. 

When I hear you jingling through 
All the chambers of my soul, 
How I sit and laugh at you 
In your vain housekeeping rôle. 

Jealous of the smallest cover, 
Angry at the simplest door; 
Well, you anxious, inquisitive lover, 
Are you pleased with what's in store? 

You have fingered all my treasures, 
Have you not, most curiously, 
Handled all my tools and measures 
And masculine machinery? 

Over every single beauty 
You have had your little rapture; 
You have slain, as was your duty, 
Every sin-mouse you could capture. 

Still you are not satisfied, 
Still you tremble faint reproach; 
Challenge me I keep aside 
Secrets that you may not broach. 

Maybe yes, and maybe no, 
Maybe there are secret places, 
Altars barbarous below, 
Elsewhere halls of high disgraces. 

Maybe yes, and maybe no, 
You may have it as you please, 
Since I choose to keep you so, 
Suppliant on your curious knees. 

Added: Mar 18 2005 | Viewed: 1100 times | Comments (0)

Poet: D.H. Lawrence
Poem: Tease

There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Tease, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it. Of course you can also always discuss poems by D.H. Lawrence with others on the Poetry Connection poetry forum!