D H Lawrence

From a college window

 

The glimmer of limes, sun-heavy, sleeping

Goes trembling past me up the college wall.

Below, the lawn, in soft blue shade is keeping

The daisy-froth quiescent, softly in thrall

 

Beyond the leaves that overhang the street,

Along the flagged, clean pavement summer-white

Passes the world with shadows at their feet,

Going left and right.

 

Remote, although I hear the beggar’s cough

See the woman’s twinkling fingers tend him a coin

I sit absolved, assured I am better off

beyond a world I never want to join.

 

 

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