Today I read Lawrence’s poem <br />On breasts like Gloire de Dijon. <br />I saw the golden shadows <br />Of swung breasts swaying <br />Like full-blown yellow roses <br />On the panes of showers. <br />Now as I sit down to write <br />My daily poem, I cannot concentrate. <br />My lines pale against the yellow roses, <br />Against the glistening silver shoulders, <br />Against the sluicing sounds <br />Of rain disheveled petals. <br />I desire now my day white lilies <br />And my evening jasmine. <br />Someday I'll celebrate them in a poem, <br />But now I pay homage to Lawrence, <br />Wanting swung breasts swaying <br />Like full-blown yellow roses <br />Like Gloire de Dijon.<br /><br />Ravi Kopra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homage-to-d-h-lawrence/
