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The Prophet

by D. H. Lawrence, 1916

Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom
The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces,
Cry out and fend her off, as she seeks her procreant groom,
Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces.

Published in Amores
Tags: ambition, beginning, creation, doubt

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