I look at the swaling sunset <br />And wish I could go also <br />Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. <br /> <br />I wish that I could go <br />Through the red doors where I could put off <br />My shame like shoes in the porch, <br />My pain like garments, <br />And leave my flesh discarded lying <br />Like luggage of some departed traveller <br />Gone one knows not where. <br /> <br />Then I would turn round, <br />And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber, <br />I would laugh with joy.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-trouble-and-shame/
