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Green Post by :wynpublishing Category :Poems Author :D. H. Lawrence Date :December 2010 Read :1462

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Green

THE dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone
For the first time, now for the first time seen.

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D. H. Lawrence's poem: Green

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