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07. Jul 2007

Gloire de Dijon

	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 crumble 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.
	D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)