| D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916. |
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| 34. Silence |
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| SINCE I lost you I am silence-haunted, | |
| Sounds wave their little wings | |
| A moment, then in weariness settle | |
| On the flood that soundless swings. | |
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| Whether the people in the street | 5 |
| Like pattering ripples go by, | |
| Or whether the theatre sighs and sighs | |
| With a loud, hoarse sigh: | |
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| Or the wind shakes a ravel of light | |
| Over the dead-black river, | 10 |
| Or night’s last echoing | |
| Makes the daybreak shiver: | |
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| I feel the silence waiting | |
| To take them all up again | |
| In its vast completeness, enfolding | 15 |
| The sound of men. | |
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