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I Am Like A Rose Post by :falconforce Category :Poems Author :D. H. Lawrence Date :December 2010 Read :3280

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I Am Like A Rose

I AM myself at last; now I achieve
My very self. I, with the wonder mellow,
Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear
And single me, perfected from my fellow.


Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving
Its limpid sap to culmination, has brought
Itself more sheer and naked out of the green
In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.





(The end)
D. H. Lawrence's poem: I Am Like A Rose

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