WHERE the minnows trace | |
A glinting web quick hid in the gloom of the brook, | |
When I think of the place | |
And remember the small lad lying intent to look | |
Through the shadowy face | 5 |
At the little fish thread-threading the watery nook— | |
It seems to me | |
The woman you are should be nixie, there is a pool | |
Where we ought to be. | |
You undine-clear and pearly, soullessly cool | 10 |
And waterly | |
The pool for my limbs to fathom, my soul’s last school. | |
Narcissus | |
Ventured so long ago in the deeps of reflection. | |
Illyssus | 15 |
Broke the bounds and beyond!—Dim recollection | |
Of fishes | |
Soundlessly moving in heaven’s other direction! | |
Be | |
Undine towards the waters, moving back; | 20 |
For me | |
A pool! Put off the soul you’ve got, oh lack | |
Your human self immortal; take the watery track. |
D.H. Lawrence
No comments:
Post a Comment