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Poverty

by D. H. Lawrence

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The One Gift

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Poverty

by D. H. Lawrence

The only people I ever heard talk about My Lady Poverty
were rich people, or people who imagined themselves rich.
Saint Francis himself was a rich and spoiled young man.

Being born among the working people
I know that poverty is a hard old hag,
and a monster, when you're pinched for actual necessities.
And whoever says she isn't, is a liar.

I don't want to be poor, it means I am pinched.
But neither do I want to be rich.
When I look at this pine-tree near the sea,
that grows out of rock, and plumes forth, plumes forth,
I see it has a natural abundance.

With its roots it has a grand grip on its daily bread,
and its plumes look like green cups held up to sun and air
and full of wine.

I want to be like that, to have a natural abundance
and plume forth, and be splendid.

The One Gift

by Philip Bourke Marston

And can I give thee nothing, oh, my queen? 
Have I no gifts to cast down at thy feet, — 
No crown which for thy wearing might be meet? 
Yet, when thy hand my hands I take between, 
When round my neck thine arms encircling lean. 
When 'neath thy quickening kiss, prolonged and sweet. 
My heart, on fire, seems audibly to beat, 
And yearn to thine so distant and serene, 

I feel that it is better as it is; 
Better that all the glory should be thine. 
Than I, indeed, should give thee bliss for bliss. 
While things are thus, one gift may yet be mine; 
But couldst thou love me once as I love thee, 
Giftless indeed, beloved, I should be. 

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