D. H. Lawrence

SHALL I tell you, then, how it is?

There came a cloven gleam,

Like a tongue of darkened flame,

To burn in me.

And so I seem

To have you still the same

In one world with me.

In the flicker of a flower,

In a worm that is blind, yet strives,

In the mouse that pauses to listen,

Glimmers our

Shadow as well, and deprives

Them none of their glisten.

In each shaken morsel

Our shadow trembles

As if it rippled from out of us hand in hand.

We are part and parcel

In shadow, nothing dissembles

Our darkened universe. You understand?

For I have told you plainly how it is.