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D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930).  Amores.  1916.
 
32. Dolor of Autumn
 
 
THE ACRID scents of autumn,
Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn
And the snore of the night in my ear.
 
For suddenly, flush-fallen,        5
All my life, in a rush
Of shedding away, has left me
Naked, exposed on the bush.
 
I, on the bush of the globe,
Like a newly-naked berry, shrink        10
Disclosed: but I also am prowling
As well in the scents that slink
 
Abroad: I in this naked berry
Of flesh that stands dismayed on the bush;
And I in the stealthy, brindled odours        15
Prowling about the lush
 
And acrid night of autumn;
My soul, along with the rout,
Rank and treacherous, prowling,
Disseminated out.        20
 
For the night, with a great breath intaken,
Has taken my spirit outside
Me, till I reel with disseminated consciousness,
Like a man who has died.
 
At the same time I stand exposed        25
Here on the bush of the globe,
A newly-naked berry of flesh
For the stars to probe.
 

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