Sickness
Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark, Unseen my hands explore the silence, drawing the bark Of my body slowly behind. Nothing to meet my fingers but the fleece of night Invisible blinding my face and my eyes! What if in their flight My hands should touch the door! What if I suddenly stumble, and push the door Open, and a great grey dawn swirls over my feet, before I can draw back! What if unwitting I set the door of eternity wide And am swept away in the horrible dawn, am gone down the tide Of eternal hereafter! Catch my hands, my darling, between your breasts. Take them away from their venture, before fate wrests The meaning out of them.
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"Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) delivers a powerful performance in "Sickness"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...