She drips herself with water, and her shoulders / Glisten as silver, they crumple up / Like wet and falling roses, and I listen / For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals. / In the window full of sunlight / Concentrates her golden shadow / Fold on fold, until it glows as/ Mellow as the glory roses.
-D.H. Lawrence
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