St. Luke (D H Lawrence Poems)
A WALL, a bastion,A living forehead with its slow whorl of hairAnd a bull's large, sombre, glancing eyeAnd glistening, adhesive ...
A WALL, a bastion,A living forehead with its slow whorl of hairAnd a bull's large, sombre, glancing eyeAnd glistening, adhesive ...
Then there was neither Aught nor Nought, no air nor sky beyond.What covered all? Where rested all? In watery gulf ...
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