Verse > D.H. Lawrence > Amores
D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930).  Amores.  1916.
48. A Spiritual Woman
CLOSE your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
      They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
      And God like geometry        5
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.
I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
      If I can—if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark you’ll have got what you want to find.
You’ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,        10
      And I’m a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you!
      Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you        15
Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness—
      I hate you.


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