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Grey Evening
Grey Evening, by D.H. Lawrence
09-01-2005
en francais
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WHEN you went, how was it you carried with you
My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours?
My book of turrets and of red-thorn bowers,
And skies of gold, and ladies in bright tissue?
 
Now underneath a blue-grey twilight, heaped        5
Beyond the withering snow of the shorn fields
Stands rubble of stunted houses; all is reaped
And garnered that the golden daylight yields.
 
Dim lamps like yellow poppies glimmer among
The shadowy stubble of the under-dusk,        10
As farther off the scythe of night is swung,
And little stars come rolling from their husk.
 
And all the earth is gone into a dust
Of greyness mingled with a fume of gold,
Covered with aged lichens, past with must,        15
And all the sky has withered and gone cold.
 
And so I sit and scan the book of grey,
Feeling the shadows like a blind man reading,
All fearful lest I find the last words bleeding
With wounds of sunset and the dying day.        20
 
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