Gloryby D. H. Lawrence
Original Language English
Glory is the sun, too, and the sun of suns,
and down the shafts of his splendid pinions
run tiny rivers of peace.
Most of his time, the tiger pads and slouches in a burning
And the small hawk high up turns round on the slow pivot of
Peace comes from behind the sun, with the peregrine falcon,
and the owl.
Yet all of these drink blood.
|-- from The Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence, by D. H. Lawrence|
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