The Mind
Coming Awake
From New Poems (1918)
When I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall,
The sunshine swam in a shoal across and across,
And a hairy, big bee hung over the primulas
In the window, his body black fur, and the sound of him cross.
There was something I ought to remember: and yet
I did not remember. Why should I? The running lights
And the airy primulas, oblivious
Of the impending bee--they were fair enough sights.
Codex Note
The speaker wakes to lake-lights on the wall and a hairy bee over the primulas; there is something he ought to remember, but he does not.
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MLA
Lawrence, D. H. “Coming Awake.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lawrence/23/.
Chicago
Lawrence, D. H. “Coming Awake.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lawrence/23/.
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