David Herbert Lawrence

Here you will find the Poem Gloire de Dijon of poet David Herbert Lawrence

Gloire de Dijon

When she rises in the morning 
 I linger to watch her; 
 She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window 
 And the sunbeams catch her 
 Glistening white on the shoulders, 
 While down her sides the mellow 
 Golden shadow glows as 
 She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts 
 Sway like full-blown yellow 
 Gloire de Dijon roses. 

 She drips herself with water, and her shoulders 
 Glisten as silver, they crumple up 
 Like wet and falling roses, and I listen 
 For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals. 
 In the window full of sunlight 
 Concentrates her golden shadow 
 Fold on fold, until it glows as 
 Mellow as the glory roses.