| D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916. |
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| 41. Dissolute |
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| 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. | |
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| And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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