Wedlock
I
Come, my little one, closer up against me,
Creep right up, with your round head pushed in my breast.
How I love all of you! Do you feel me wrap you
Up with myself and my warmth, like a flame round the wick?
And how I am not at all, except a flame that mounts off you.
Where I touch you, I flame into being;—but is it me, or you?
That round head pushed in my chest, like a nut in its socket,
And I the swift bracts that sheathe it: those breasts, those thighs and knees,
Those shoulders so warm and smooth: I feel that I
Am a sunlight upon them, that shines them into being.
But how lovely to be you! Creep closer in, that I am more.
I spread over you! How lovely, your round head, your arms,
Your breasts, your knees and feet! I feel that we
Are a bonfire of oneness, me flame flung leaping round you,
You the core of the fire, crept into me.
II
And oh, my little one, you whom I enfold,
How quaveringly I depend on you, to keep me alive,
Like a flame on a wick!
I, the man who enfolds you and holds you close,
How my soul cleaves to your bosom as I clasp you,
The very quick of my being!
Suppose you didn’t want me! I should sink down
Like a light that has no sustenance
And sinks low.
Cherish me, my tiny one, cherish me who enfold you.
Nourish me, and endue me, I am only of you,
I am your issue.
How full and big like a robust, happy flame
When I enfold you, and you creep into me,
And my life is fierce at its quick
Where it comes off you!
III
My little one, my big one,
My bird, my brown sparrow in my breast.
My squirrel clutching in to me;
My pigeon, my little one, so warm
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poem by D.H. Lawrence from Look! We Have Come Through! (1918)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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