War-Baby
The Child like mustard-seed Rolls out of the husk of death Into the woman's fertile, fathomless lap. Look, it has taken root! See how it flourisheth. See how it rises with magical, rosy sap! As for our faith, it was there When we did not know, did not care; It fell from our husk like a little, hasty seed. Sing, it is all we need. Sing, for the little weed Will flourish its branches in heaven when we slumber beneath.
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"The Child like mustard-seed..."
Exploring the themes of classic, D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) delivers a powerful performance in "War-Baby"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...