Sunday, May 14, 2006

Under the Oak

so, I am doing an english project right now, and as much as I hate this project, I am absolutely in love with this poem. written by the late DH Lawrence, this is called 'Under the Oak'

You, if you were sensible,
When I tell you th e stars flash signals, each one
dreadful,
You would not turn and answer me
"The night is wonderful."

Even you, if you knew
How this darkness soaks me through and through,
and infuses
Unholy fear in my essence, you would pause to
distinguish
What hurts from what amuses.

For I tell you
Beneath this powerful tree, my whole soul's fluid
Oozes away from me as a sacrifice steam
At the knife of a Druid.

Again I tell you, I bleed, I am bound with withies,
My life runs out.
I tell you my blood runs out on the floor of this oak.
Gout upon gout.

Above me springs the blood-born mistletoe
In the shady smoke.
But who are you, twittering to and fro
Beneath the oak?

What thing better are you, what worse ?
What have you to do with the mysteries
Of this ancient place, of my ancient curse ?
What place have you in my histories?

so, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I do. perhaps read it again, if you so desire, and enjoy the sun today, because today, is a good day.
Laurel

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