[Dichtung]

D. H. Lawrence
Amores: Poems (1916)
18. Last Words to Miriam
Yours is the shame and sorrow
But the disgrace is mine;
Your love was dark and thorough,
Mine was the love of the sun for a flower
He creates with his shine.

I was diligent to explore you,
Blossom you stalk by stalk,
Till my fire of creation bore you
Shrivelling down in the final dour
Anguish—then I suffered a balk.

I knew your pain, and it broke
My fine, craftsman’s nerve;
Your body quailed at my stroke,
And my courage failed to give you the last
Fine torture you did deserve.

You are shapely, you are adorned,
But opaque and dull in the flesh,
Who, had I but pierced with the thorned
Fire-threshing anguish, were fused and cast
In a lovely illumined mesh.

Like a painted window: the best
Suffering burnt through your flesh,
Undrossed it and left it blest
With a quivering sweet wisdom of grace: but now
Who shall take you afresh?

Now who will burn you free
From your body’s terrors and dross,
Since the fire has failed in me?
What man will stoop in your flesh to plough
The shrieking cross?

A mute, nearly beautiful thing
Is your face, that fills me with shame
As I see it hardening,
Warping the perfect image of God,
And darkening my eternal fame.

Fans of DH Lawrence will realise that the Miriam referred to here is Miriam Lever from his Sons & Lovers novel. Her real name is Jessie Chambers. She was his first love and source of sexual passion, she gave herself in sacrifice to his love despite her strong Christian feeling that it was sinful. In the end, her brooding, suffering faith clashed with lawrence's freer and experimental desire for intimacy with the feminine. Still he felt guily and utterly regretful that she had given her prized virginity to the lost cause of their love. (с)