I am myself at last; now I achieve
My very self. I, with the wonder mellow,
Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear
And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving
Its limpid sap to culmination, has brought
Itself more sheer and naked out of the green
In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.

(C) D. H. Lawrence (david Herbert Richards)
03/10/2020


Best Poems of D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards)

• Discord In Childhood
• The Hands Of The Betrothed
• After The Opera
• She Said As Well To Me
• Evolutions Of Soldiers
• Monologue Of A Mother
• Listening
• Epilogue
• Dreams Old And Nascent - Old
• Excursion
• Seven Seals
• Narcissus
• I Am Like A Rose
• Tommies In The Train
• Parliament Hill In The Evening
• Frohnleichnam
• The End
• Humiliation
• Phantasmagoria
• Street Lamps