Explore "Two Wives" by D.H. Lawrence on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
INTO the shadow-white chamber silts the white / Flux of another dawn. The wind that all night / Long has waited restless, suddenly wafts / A whirl like snow from the plum-trees and the pear, / Till petals heaped between the window-shafts / In a drift die there.
A nurse in white, at the dawning, flower-foamed pane / Draws down the blinds, whose shadows scarcely stain / The white rugs on the floor, nor the silent bed / That rides the room like a frozen berg, its crest / Finally ridged with the austere line of the dead / Stretched out at rest.