Now and again <br />All my body springs alive, <br />And the life that is polarised in my eyes, <br />That quivers between my eyes and mouth, <br />Flies like a wild thing across my body, <br />Leaving my eyes half-empty, and clamorous, <br />Filling my still breasts with a flush and a flame, <br />Gathering the soft ripples below my breast <br />Into urgent, passionate waves, <br />And my soft, slumbering belly <br />Quivering awake with one impulse of desire, <br />Gathers itself fiercely together; <br />And my docile, fluent arms <br />Knotting themselves with wild strength <br />To clasp—what they have never clasped. <br />Then I tremble, and go trembling <br />Under the wild, strange tyranny of my body, <br />Till it has spent itself, <br />And the relentless nodality of my eyes reasserts itself, <br />Till the bursten flood of life ebbs back to my eyes, <br />Back from my beautiful, lonely body <br />Tired and unsatisfied.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/virgin-youth-2/
