<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lotus Hurt by the Cold</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many times, like lotus lilies risen <br> Upon the surface of a river, there <br> Have risen floating on my blood the rare <br>Soft glimmers of my hope escaped from prison.<br> <br>So I am clothed all over with the light<br> And sensitive beautiful blossoming of passion;<br> Till naked for her in the finest fashion <br>The flowers of all my mud swim into sight. <br> <br>And then I offer all myself unto <br> This woman who likes to love me: but she turns<br> A look of hate upon the flower that burns <br>To break and pour her out its precious dew. <br> <br>And slowly all the blossom shuts in pain, <br> And all the lotus buds of love sink over <br> To die unopened: when my moon-faced lover,<br>Kind on the weight of suffering, smiles again.</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=364106" data-title="Lotus Hurt by the Cold de David Herbert Lawrence" data-description="How many times, like lotus lilies risen Upon the surface of a river, there Have risen floating on my blood the rare Soft glimmers of my hope escaped from prison. So I am clothed all over with the light And sensitive beautiful blossoming of..."></div> </div> </div>

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