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| NOW and again | |
| All my body springs alive, | |
| And the life that is polarised in my eyes, | |
| That quivers between my eyes and mouth, | |
| Flies like a wild thing across my body, | 5 |
| Leaving my eyes half-empty, and clamorous, | |
| Filling my still breasts with a flush and a flame, | |
| Gathering the soft ripples below my breasts | |
| Into urgent, passionate waves, | |
| And my soft, slumbering belly | 10 |
| Quivering awake with one impulse of desire, | |
| Gathers itself fiercely together; | |
| And my docile, fluent arms | |
| Knotting themselves with wild strength | |
| To claspwhat they have never clasped. | 15 |
| Then I tremble, and go trembling | |
| Under the wild, strange tyranny of my body, | |
| Till it has spent itself, | |
| And the relentless nodality of my eyes reasserts itself, | |
| Till the bursten flood of life ebbs back to my eyes, | 20 |
| Back from my beautiful, lonely body | |
| Tired and unsatisfied. | |
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