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- Gloire de Dijon
- by D. H. Lawrence
- When she rises in the morning
- I linger to watch her;
- She spreads the bath cloth underneath the window
- And the sunbeams catch her
- Glistening white on the shoulders,
- While down her sides the mellow
- Golden shadow glows as
- She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts
- Sway like full blown yellow Gloire de Dijon roses.
- She drips herself with water, and her shoulders
- Glisten as silver, they crumple up
- Like wet and falling roses, and I listen
- For the sluicing of their rain dishevelled petals.
- In the window full of sunlight
- Concentrates her golden shadow
- Fold on fold, until it glows as
- Mellow as the glory roses.
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