<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364086" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Drunk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too far away, oh love, I know, <br>To save me from this haunted road, <br>Whose lofty roses break and blow <br>On a night-sky bent with a load <br> <br>Of lights: each solitary rose,<br>Each arc-lamp golden does expose <br>Ghost beyond ghost of a blossom, shows <br>Night blenched with a thousand snows. <br> <br>Of hawthorn and of lilac trees, <br>White lilac; shows discoloured night<br>Dripping with all the golden lees <br>Laburnum gives back to light. <br> <br>And shows the red of hawthorn set <br>On high to the purple heaven of night, <br>Like flags in blenched blood newly wet,<br>Blood shed in the noiseless fight. <br> <br>Of life for love and love for life, <br>Of hunger for a little food, <br>Of kissing, lost for want of a wife <br>Long ago, long ago wooed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> . . . . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too far away you are, my love, <br>To steady my brain in this phantom show <br>That passes the nightly road above <br>And returns again below. <br> <br>The enormous cliff of horse-chestnut trees<br> Has poised on each of its ledges <br>An erect small girl looking down at me; <br>White-night-gowned little chits I see, <br> And they peep at me over the edges <br>Of the leaves as though they would leap, should I call<br> Them down to my arms; <br>“But, child, you’re too small for me, too small <br> Your little charms.” <br> <br>White little sheaves of night-gowned maids, <br> Some other will thresh you out!<br>And I see leaning from the shades <br>A lilac like a lady there, who braids <br> Her white mantilla about <br>Her face, and forward leans to catch the sight<br> Of a man’s face,<br>Gracefully sighing through the white <br> Flowery mantilla of lace. <br> <br>And another lilac in purple veiled <br> Discreetly, all recklessly calls <br>In a low, shocking perfume, to know who has hailed<br>Her forth from the night: my strength has failed <br> In her voice, my weak heart falls: <br>Oh, and see the laburnum shimmering <br> Her draperies down, <br>As if she would slip the gold, and glimmering<br> White, stand naked of gown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> . . . . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pageant of flowery trees above <br> The street pale-passionate goes, <br>And back again down the pavement, Love<br> In a lesser pageant flows.<br> <br>Two and two are the folk that walk, <br> They pass in a half embrace <br>Of linkèd bodies, and they talk <br> With dark face leaning to face. <br> <br>Come then, my love, come as you will<br> Along this haunted road, <br>Be whom you will, my darling, I shall <br> Keep with you the troth I trowed.</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=364086" data-title="Drunk de David Herbert Lawrence" data-description="Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow On a night-sky bent with a load Of lights: each solitary rose, Each arc-lamp golden does expose Ghost beyond ghost of a blossom, shows Night..."></div> </div> </div>

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