Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! <br />A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. <br />If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! <br />If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift! <br />If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed <br />By the fine, fine wind that takes its course though the chaos of the world <br />Like a fine, and exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted; <br />If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge <br />Diven by invisible split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides. <br /> <br />Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul, <br />I would be a good fountain, a good well-head, <br />Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression. <br /> <br />What is the knocking? <br />What is the knocking at the door in the night? <br />It's somebody wants to do us harm. <br /> <br />No, no, it is the three strange angels. <br />Admit them, admit them.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-a-man-who-has-come-through-2/
