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David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс)


A Baby Asleep after Pain


As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.
My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
Like a burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so light,
But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a heaviness, and a weariness. 



David Herbert Lawrence's other poems:
  1. A Passing Bell
  2. Service of all the Dead
  3. Week-Night Service
  4. Scent Of Irises
  5. The Mosquito


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