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Poetry Friday: Restlessness by D.H. Lawrence

May 9th, 2014 (07:00 am)

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At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night,
Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight,
Arriving grey from the darkness above suddenly into the light of the room.
I will escape from the hollow room, the box of light...
There is something I want to feel in my running blood,
Something I want to touch; I must hold my face to the rain,
I must hold my face to the wind, and let it explain
Me its life as it hurries in secret.
I will trail my hands again through the drenched, cold leaves
Till my hands are full of the chillness and touch of leaves,
Till at length they induce me to sleep, and to forget.

- selected lines from Restlessness by D.H. Lawrence

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Posted by: Jama Rattigan (jamarattigan)
Posted at: May 10th, 2014 01:07 am (UTC)

Wow - great poem, LW. Hadn't seen it before. Love that last stanza especially.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 10th, 2014 05:40 pm (UTC)

We hear so much if we just listen; we see so much if we just look.

Posted by: mlyearofreading (mlyearofreading)
Posted at: May 11th, 2014 01:35 pm (UTC)

I felt the rain on my face
yesterday as I planted annuals.
I picked up handfuls of drenched, cold leaves --
late-dropping oak leaves gathered in the coral bells --
and tossed them into the composting with weeds.

There didn't seem to be a poem in any of that at the time, but looking back, maybe there is!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: May 11th, 2014 03:12 pm (UTC)


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