Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly.
I handed her the mirror, and said:
Please address these questions to the proper person!
Please make all requests to head-quarters!
In all matters of emotional importance
please approach the supreme authority direct! -
So I handed her the mirror.
And she would have broken it over my head,
but she caught sight of her own reflection
and that held her spellbound for two seconds
while I fled.
Intimates
David Herbert Lawrence
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Poem topics: I love you, reflection, person, supreme, broken, emotional, authority, approach, love, mirror, I miss you, head, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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