| D.H. Lawrence (1885–1930). Amores. 1916. |
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| 56. In Trouble and Shame |
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| I LOOK at the swaling sunset | |
| And wish I could go also | |
| Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. | |
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| I wish that I could go | |
| Through the red doors where I could put off | 5 |
| My shame like shoes in the porch, | |
| My pain like garments, | |
| And leave my flesh discarded lying | |
| Like luggage of some departed traveller | |
| Gone one knows not where. | 10 |
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| Then I would turn round, | |
| And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber, | |
| I would laugh with joy. | |
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