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D. H. Lawrence

You, my love, the foremost, in a flowered gown,
    All your unbearable tenderness, you with the laughter
    Startled upon your eyes now so wide with hereafter,
You with loose hands of abandonment hanging down.

D. H. Lawrence, from “Letters from Town: The Almond Tree,” New Poems.  (1916)

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