David Herbert Lawrence

In Trouble and Shame

I look at the swaling sunset  
   And wish I could go also  
Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.
 
   I wish that I could go  
Through the red doors where I could put off
   My shame like shoes in the porch,  
   My pain like garments,  
And leave my flesh discarded lying  
Like luggage of some departed traveller
   Gone one knows not where.
 
   Then I would turn round,  
And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,
   I would laugh with joy.