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Secrecy in Love Pledged

by Thomas Carew

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Drawing the boundary…

Nostalgia

by D. H. Lawrence

−0.1595 + 0.3427i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Secrecy in Love Pledged

by Thomas Carew

Fear not (dear Love) that I’ll reveal
Those houres of pleasure we two steal;
No eye shall see, nor yet the sun
Descry, what thou and I have done;
No ear shall hear our love, but we 
Silent as the night will be;
The god of love himself (whose dart
Did first wound mine, and then thy heart)
Shall never know, that we can tell, 
What sweets in stoln embraces dwell:
This only meanes may find it out,
If when I die, physicians doubt
What caus’d my death, and there to view
Of all their judgments which was true,
Rip up my heart, o then, I fear,
The world will see thy picture there.

Nostalgia

by D. H. Lawrence

The waning moon looks upward; this grey night
Slopes round the heavens in one smooth curve
Of easy sailing; odd red wicks serve
To show where the ships at sea move out of sight.

The place is palpable me, for here I was born
Of this self-same darkness. Yet the shadowy house below
Is out of bounds, and only the old ghosts know
I have come, I feel them whimper in welcome, and mourn.

My father suddenly died in the harvesting corn
And the place is no longer ours. Watching, I hear
No sound from the strangers, the place is dark, and fear
Opens my eyes till the roots of my vision seem torn.

Can I go no nearer, never towards the door?
The ghosts and I we mourn together, and shrink
In the shadow of the cart-shed…Must we hover on the brink
For ever, and never enter the homestead any more?

Is it irrevocable? Can I really not go
Through the open yard-way? Can I not go past the sheds
And through to the mowie?— Only the dead in their beds
Can know the fearful anguish that this is so.

I kiss the stones, I kiss the moss on the wall,
And wish I could pass impregnate into the place.
I wish I could take it all in a last embrace.
I wish with my breast I here could annihilate it all.

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