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D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930).  Amores.  1916.
 
49. Mating
 
 
ROUND clouds roll in the arms of the wind,
The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky,
And see, where the budding hazels are thinned,
    The wild anemones lie
In undulating shivers beneath the wind.        5
 
Over the blue of the waters ply
White ducks, a living flotilla of cloud;
And, look you, floating just thereby,
    The blue-gleamed drake stems proud
Like Abraham, whose seed should multiply.        10
 
In the lustrous gleam of the water, there
Scramble seven toads across the silk, obscure leaves,
Seven toads that meet in the dusk to share
    The darkness that interweaves
The sky and earth and water and live things everywhere.        15
 
Look now, through the woods where the beech-green spurts
Like a storm of emerald snow, look, see
  A great bay stallion dances, skirts
    The bushes sumptuously,
Going outward now in the spring to his brief deserts.        20
 
Ah love, with your rich, warm face aglow,
What sudden expectation opens you
  So wide as you watch the catkins blow
    Their dust from the birch on the blue
Lift of the pulsing wind—ah, tell me you know!        25
 
Ah, surely! Ah, sure from the golden sun
A quickening, masculine gleam floats in to all
  Us creatures, people and flowers undone,
    Lying open under his thrall,
As he begets the year in us. What, then, would you shun?        30
 
Why, I should think that from the earth there fly
Fine thrills to the neighbour stars, fine yellow beams
  Thrown lustily off from our full-blown, high
    Bursting globe of dreams,
To quicken the spheres that are virgin still in the sky.        35
 
Do you not hear each morsel thrill
With joy at travelling to plant itself within
  The expectant one, therein to instil
    New rapture, new shape to win,
From the thick of life wake up another will?        40
 
Surely, and if that I would spill
The vivid, ah, the fiery surplus of life,
  From off my brimming measure, to fill
    You, and flush you rife
With increase, do you call it evil, and always evil?        45
 

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