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Poem by David Herbert Lawrence


A Spiritual Woman


Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.

Ill kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
If I canif any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark youll have got what you want to find.
Youve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And Im a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it wont come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness
I hate you. 



                      David Herbert Lawrence


David Herbert Lawrence's other poems:
  1. Service of all the Dead
  2. Meeting among the Mountains
  3. Discipline
  4. Listening
  5. The Mosquito


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