AWARE

Aware

D. H. Lawrence 1885 �"1930

Slowly the moon is rising out of the ruddy haze,
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and so
Emerging white and exquisite; and I in amaze
See in the sky before me, a woman I did not know
I loved, but there she goes and her beauty hurts my heart;
I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Always ends the same Vol. They always leave you in the end! 😃
They grab your attention by divesting themselves of clothing and then just do one and disappear into the day, leaving you begging for more.
It's a bit like a gentle cooling breeze after a day of silly degree temperatures just stopping without warning... so I'm told, but I hope to find out this weekend as the weatherologists say some scorching weather is due. (Don't worry though, I don't trust them so I'm taking my waterproofs and ski gear too, just in case!
😃

[Vol]

Lorry,
Aw, man... yes they do... and so you just go get yourself another one...Looks like wonderful weather there... cloudy and 80 degrees... Clear and 94, here...
vol

[Lorry]

No one likes a show off Vol. But our 80 degrees thanks to inflation and the pound against the dollar beats your measly 94... saystgeguyfrom the country whose record temp is 98... remember it well. The roads and pavements melted and we only wish we did! 😃

[Vol]

I'll just sip a nice margarita, and think of you up there in the near arctic...

[Lorry]

Na mate. Try a slush puppy or whatever you guys call those iced drinks that come in blue and red flavour! 😃

[Vol]

Helps with the harsh weed...

[Kelly Scheppers]

Such a lovely read on this warm summer day. My muse is definitely taking notice!

[Vol]

Kelly,
Lawrence is an "A-List" favorite of mine, and largely because of this poem. I used it as the first lesson in my writing and literature classes, both... and try to always post it somewhere when there is a full moon.
Vol

[emmajoygreen]

That has to be one of the saddest poems and not a hint of an apology, Vol! Unlike your usual wit and
wisdom, sir. Plus at a time in the excessively hot UK weather, the cool of a sweet moon would be more than welcome!

[Vol]

EmmaJoy,
It is a very sad poem, and the very first thing I taught every year... I believe from the imagery, that Lawrence wrote this while he was in Taos, N. Mexico. He knew he was dying so he saw the moon as his life and all its denied possibilities. The imagery and symbolism are so pure, my kids always got their eyes opened to what literature could do. On a clear night in the desert, the moon comes up like a great basketball… I can see him on the porch looking out across those wide-open spaces, being overcome by such a staggering sight and recording the event to teach us the value of Beauty. I try to post it every full moon.
Vol

[emmajoygreen]

' On a clear night in the desert, the moon comes up like a great basketball…' how true that is, slept in the Dubai desert and to date have never experienced anything like it nor think I ever will.

Your words are very special.. as are full moons.