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Shameless Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

0.1099 + 0.2629i

Drawing the boundary…

Poverty

by D. H. Lawrence

0.1101 + 0.2458i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Shameless Love

by Philip Bourke Marston

Thy food my body, and my blood thy wine; 
My soul, too, thine, to tread beneath thy feet: 
While thus my hair is gold and my breast sweet, 
Most rapturous is this shameful life of mine. 
But time must come, between my life and thine, 
When I must leave the heaven of this heat,
And through the cold, gray twilight go to meet 
That night wherein no stars nor moon may shine. 

A rose, then, withered by fierce passion's sun, 
Left soiled and trampled in the public way; 
A broken wine-cup emptied of delight: 
Yet would I not, to triumph o'er that day, 
Give up one wild, sweet moment of this night, 
That finds once more love's tune of joy begun. 

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.

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