Friday, June 18, 2010

With All My Senses Awake

by D. H. Lawrence

They call all experience of the senses mystic,
when the experience is considered.
So an apple becomes mystic when I taste in it
the summer and the snows, the wild welter of earth
and the insistence of the sun.

All of which things I can surely taste in a good apple.
Though some apples taste preponderantly of water, wet and sour
and some of too much sun, brackish sweet
like lagoon water, that has been too much sunned.

If I say I taste these things in an apple,
I am called mystic, which means a liar.
The only way to eat an apple is to hog it down like a pig
and taste nothing
that is real.

But if I eat an apple, I like to eat it with all my senses awake.
Hogging it down I call the feeding of corpses.

The Poetry Friday round-up is at Two Writing Teachers

P.S. I'm going on vacation today and won't be back until the day of the total solar eclipse. I have scheduled posts to go up while I'm gone. It's like leaving a little robot helper in charge. See you when I get back!


Mary Lee said...

Happy Vacation!

Thanks for the reminder to eat ALL of the fruits of this precious earth with senses that are wide awake. No need to feed a corpse...

Author Amok said...

Hi, Tabatha. I've never seen this poem before. It's just amazing. Thank you for this gift today.

laurasalas said...

Oh! The wild welter of earth! Love this.

Have a terrific time away:>)