Coming Awake

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Title:     Coming Awake
Author: D. H. Lawrence [More Titles by Lawrence]

WHEN I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall,
The sunshine swam in a shoal across and across,
And a hairy, big bee hung over the primulas
In the window, his body black fur, and the sound of him cross.

There was something I ought to remember: and yet
I did not remember. Why should I? The running lights
And the airy primulas, oblivious
Of the impending bee--they were fair enough sights.

[The end]
D H Lawrence's poem: Coming Awake

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