Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Dissolute

Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same. 

1. Week-Night Service
2. Meeting among the Mountains
3. The Mosquito
4. Liaison
5. Submergence

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