Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind; <br /> They have taught you to see <br />Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things, <br />A cunning algebra in the faces of men, <br /> And God like geometry <br />Completing his circles, and working cleverly. <br /> <br />I’ll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind; <br /> If I can—if any one could. <br />Then perhaps in the dark you’ll have got what you want to find. <br />You’ve discovered so many bits, with your clever eyes, <br /> And I’m a kaleidoscope <br />That you shake and shake, and yet it won’t come to your mind. <br />Now stop carping at me.—But God, how I hate you! <br /> Do you fear I shall swindle you? <br />Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will abate you <br />Somehow?—so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so cautious, you <br />Must have me all in your will and your consciousness— <br /> I hate you.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spiritual-woman-2/
