Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364078" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cruelty and Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What large, dark hands are those at the window <br>Lifted, grasping in the yellow light <br>Which makes its way through the curtain web <br>At my heart to-night? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, only the leaves! So leave me at rest, <br>In the west I see a redness come <br>Over the evening's burning breast -- <br>For now the pain is numb. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The woodbine creeps abroad <br>Calling low to her lover: <br>The sunlit flirt who all the day <br>Has poised above her lips in play <br>And stolen kisses, shallow and gay <br>Of dalliance, now has gone away <br>-- She woos the moth with her sweet, low word, <br>And when above her his broad wings hover <br>Then her bright breast she will uncover <br>And yeild her honey-drop to her lover. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the yellow, evening glow <br>Saunters a man from the farm below, <br>Leans, and looks in at the low-built shed <br>Where hangs the swallow's marriage bed. <br>The bird lies warm against the wall. <br>She glances quick her startled eyes <br>Towards him, then she turns away <br>Her small head, making warm display <br>Of red upon the throat. Her terrors sway <br>Her out of the nest's warm, busy ball, <br>Whose plaintive cries start up as she flies <br>In one blue stoop from out the sties <br>Into the evening's empty hall. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, water-hen, beside the rushes <br>Hide your quaint, unfading blushes, <br>Still your quick tail, and lie as dead, <br>Till the distance covers his dangerous tread. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rabbit presses back her ears, <br>Turns back her liquid, anguished eyes <br>And crouches low: then with wild spring <br>Spurts from the terror of the oncoming <br>To be choked back, the wire ring <br>Her frantic effort throttling: <br>Piteous brown ball of quivering fears! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah soon in his large, hard hands she dies, <br>And swings all loose to the swing of his walk. <br>Yet calm and kindly are his eyes <br>And ready to open in brown surprise <br>Should I not answer to his talk <br>Or should he my tears surmise. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear his hand on the latch, and rise from my chair <br>Watching the door open: he flashes bare <br>His strong teeth in a smile, and flashes his eyes <br>In a smile like triumph upon me; then careless-wise <br>He flihgs the rabbit soft on the table board <br>And comes towards me: ah, the uplifted sword <br>Of his hand against my bosom, and oh, the broad <br>Blade of his hand that raises my face to applaud <br>His coming: he raises up my face to him <br>And caresses my mouth with his fingers, smelling grim <br>Of the rabbit's fur! God, I am caught in a snare! <br>I know not what fine wire is round my throat, <br>I only know I let him finger there <br>My pulse of life, letting him nose like a stoat <br>Who sniffs with joy before he drinks the blood: <br>And down his mouth comes to my mouth, and down <br>His dark bright eyes descend like a fiery hood <br>Upon my mind: his mouth meets mine, and a flood <br>Of sweet fire sweeps across me, so I drown <br>Within him, die, and find death good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364078" data-title="Cruelty and Love de David Herbert Lawrence" data-description="What large, dark hands are those at the window 
Lifted, grasping in the yellow light 
Which makes its way through the curtain web 
At my heart to-night? 

Ah, only the leaves! So leave me at rest, 
In the west I see a redness come 
Over the evenin..."></div>
</div>
</div>