Who Can You Call? – Fleeing Phantoms, Wrestling Knights

ghostbustersThank you, Gloria (Sanders), for all the poetry you add to our lives, and for extracting poetry from me.
Gloria shared a DH Lawrence poem with me this evening. It’s pretty surprising. But before that, here are a few lines from one of my favourites, Birches by Frost:

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
Earth’s the right place for love:

I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
***

Trust, by DH Lawrence

Oh we’ve got to trust
one another again
in some essentials.

Not the narrow little
bargaining trust
that says: I’m for you
if you’ll be for me. –

But a bigger trust,
a trust of the sun
that does not bother
about moth and rust,
and we see it shining
in one another.

Oh don’t you trust me,
don’t burden me
with your life and affairs; don’t
thrust me
into your cares.

But I think you may trust
the sun in me
that glows with just
as much glow as you see
in me, and no more.

But if it warms
your heart’s quick core
why then trust it, it forms
one faithfulness more.

And be, oh be
a sun to me,
not a weary, insistent
personality

but a sun that shines
and goes dark, but shines
again and entwines
with the sunshine in me

till we both of us
are more glorious
and more sunny.

D. H. Lawrence, 1885 – 1930

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