Kisses in the Train
D. H. Lawrence
1885 to 1930
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Of all, in a swound
The world went round,
Closing the round.
Heart-beat bound,
Through the world did thresh.
Around in joy
Like a magnet's keeper
And still one pulse
My sense—and my reason
And my breast to her beating
Tossed back in a scare.
But firm at the centre
On its prowling orbit
And still in my nostrils
Her own to my perfect
Shifted round.
Spun like a toy.
Sought her afresh;
And still as ever
And sheep on the pasture
Like the dance of a dervish
I saw the midlands
Breast was bound.
Was still as a pivot,
As all the ground
And still my wet mouth
Neck was found,
The scent of her flesh,
But my heart at the centre
And the world all whirling
Did destroy
My heart was found;
Stretching bare,
Revolve through her hair;
My mouth on her pulsing
The fields of autumn