Now and again
All my body springs alive,
And the life that is polarised in my eyes,
That quivers between my eyes and mouth,
Flies like a wild thing across my body,
Leaving my eyes half-empty, and clamorous,
Filling my still breasts with a flush and a flame, 
Gathering the soft ripples below my breast
Into urgent, passionate waves, 
And my soft, slumbering belly
Quivering awake with one impulse of desire,
Gathers itself fiercely together; 
And my docile, fluent arms 
Knotting themselves with wild strength
To clasp—what they have never clasped.
Then I tremble, and go trembling
Under the wild, strange tyranny of my body,
Till it has spent itself, 
And the relentless nodality of my eyes reasserts itself,
Till the bursten flood of life ebbs back to my eyes,
Back from my beautiful, lonely body 
Tired and unsatisfied. 

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Poet: D.H. Lawrence
Poem: Virgin Youth

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