Love letter no. 4

for when i am quite, quite nothing, then it is everything.

When i am trodden quite out, quite, quite out,

every vestige gone, then i am here

risen, and setting my foot on another world

risen, accomplishing a resurrection

risen, not born again, but risen, body the same as before,

new beyond knowledge of newness, alive beyond life,

proud beyond inkling or furthest conception of pride,

living where life was never yet dreamed of, nor hinted at,

here, in the other world, still terrestrial

myself, the same as before, yet unaccountably new.

D.H. Lawrence, “New Heaven and Earth,” Selected Poems.

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