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15. Oct 2006

Song of a Man Who is Loved

 

	Between her breasts is my home, between her breasts.
	Three sides set on me space and fear, but the fourth side rests
	Sure and a tower of strength, 'twixt the walls of her breasts.
	 
	Having known the world so long, I have never confessed
	How it impresses me, how hard and compressed
	Rocks seem, and earth, and air uneasy, and waters still ebbing west.
	 
	All things on the move, going their own little ways, and all
	Jostling, people touching and talking and making small
	Contacts and bouncing off again, bounce! bounce like a ball!
	 
	My flesh is weary with bounce and gone again! —
	My eyes are weary with words that bounce on them, and then
	Bounce off again, meaning nothing. Assertions! Assertions! stones, women and men!
	 
	Between her breasts is my home, between her breasts.
	Three sides set on me chaos and bounce, but the fourth side rests
	Sure on a haven of peace, between the mounds of her breasts.
	 
	I am that I am, and no more than that: but so much
	I am, nor will I be bounced out of it. So at last I touch
	All that I am-not in softness, sweet softness, for she is such.
	 
	And the chaos that bounces and rattles like shrapnel, at least
	Has for me a door into peace, warm dawn in the east
	Where her bosom softens towards me, and the turmoil has ceased.
	 
	So I hope I shall spend eternity
	With my face down buried between her breasts;
	And my still heart full of security,
	And my still hands full of her breasts.

	D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

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