Monday, November 14, 2011

Dead Poets Month: D.H. Lawrence

I'm barely familiar with Lawrence, but this poem reminds me of falling in love when I was 16.

And because he was Todd, the story has a happy continuance.

Letter from Town: The Almond Tree
You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget?
 White ones and blue ones from under the orchard hedge?      
 Sweet dark purple, and white ones mixed for a pledge    
Of our early love that hardly has opened yet.        

Here there’s an almond tree—you have never seen            
 Such a one in the north—it flowers on the street, and I stand      
 Every day by the fence to look up for the flowers that expand    
At rest in the blue, and wonder at what they mean.        

Under the almond tree, the happy lands      
 Provence, Japan, and Italy repose,      
 And passing feet are chatter and clapping of those    
Who play around us, country girls clapping their hands.        

You, my love, the foremost, in a flowered gown,      
 All your unbearable tenderness, you with the laughter      
 Startled upon your eyes now so wide with hereafter,     
You with loose hands of abandonment hanging down.

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