Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;
They have taught you to see
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,
And God like geometry
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.
I-ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;
If I can-if any one could.
Then perhaps in the dark you-ll have got what you want to find.
You-ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes,
And I-m a kaleidoscope
That you shake and shake, and yet it won-t come to your mind.
Now stop carping at me.-But God, how I hate you!
Do you fear I shall swindle you?
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you
Somehow?-so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness-
I hate you.
A Spiritual Woman
David Herbert Lawrence
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Poem topics: I love you, dark, fear, sad, face, mind, spiritual, god, hate, kiss, love, blind, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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