DH Lawrence
As a drenched,
drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her
cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily
to my movements as I walk.
My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
Like a
burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so light,
But now she is
wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a
heaviness, and a weariness.
