UN POEMA POR UN ESTADO DE ÁNIMO...

AFTER MANY DAYS

I wonder if with you, as it is with me,

If under your slipping words, that easily flow

About you as a garment, easily,

Your violent heart beats to and fro!

Long have I waited, never once confessed,

Even to myself, how bitter the separation;

Now, being come again, how make the best

Reparation?

If I could cast this clothing off from me,

If I could lift my naked self to you,

Of if only you would repulse me, a wound would be

Good; it would let the ache come through.

But that you hold me still so kindly cold

Aloof my floating heart will not allow;

Yea, but I loathe you that you should withhold

Your pleasure now.

D. H. LAWRENCE.