There are only two things now, <br />The great black night scooped out <br />And this fireglow. <br /> <br />This fireglow, the core, <br />And we the two ripe pips <br />That are held in store. <br /> <br />Listen, the darkness rings <br />As it circulates round our fire. <br />Take off your things. <br /> <br />Your shoulders, your bruised throat! <br />You breasts, your nakedness! <br />This fiery coat! <br /> <br />As the darkness flickers and dips, <br />As the firelight falls and leaps <br />From your feet to your lips!<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-year-s-eve-3/
