A Spiritual Woman

D. H. Lawrence (1885–1930) · 1916

23 lines · from Amores

CLOSE your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;They have taught you to seeOnly a mean arithmetic on the face of things,A cunning algebra in the faces of men,And God like geometryCompleting his circles, and working cleverly.

I'll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;If I can--if any one could.Then perhaps in the dark you'll have got what youwant to find.You've discovered so many bits, with your clevereyes,And I'm a kaleidoscopeThat you shake and shake, and yet it won't come toyour mind.Now stop carping at me.--But God, how I hate you!Do you fear I shall swindle you?Do you think if you take me as I am, that that willabate youSomehow?--so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet socautious, youMust have me all in your will and your consciousness--I hate you.

Words in this poem

cleverly adv.
In a clever manner.
carping a.
Fault-finding; censorious caviling. See Captious.
shall v. i.
To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
somehow adv.
In one way or another; in some way not yet known or designated; by some means; as, the thing must be done somehow; he lives somehow.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

A Spiritual Woman is in the public domain. This text is taken from Amores: Poems, Project Gutenberg ebook #22531; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: D. H. Lawrence, A Spiritual Woman, in Amores (1916), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #22531, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/lawrence-amores/a-spiritual-woman.html, id L13589.

Form and metre

A Spiritual Woman is 23 lines in 2 stanzas. 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.2 syllables. 4 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 44% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 2 A-BA---BABB-B-B-B blindA · could · youB · findA · clever · eyes · kaleidoscope · toB · mindA · youB · youB · will · youB · so · youB · consciousness · youB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
CLOSE your eyes, my love, let me make you blind;10··········
They have taught you to see6······
Only a mean arithmetic on the face of things,13/˘···˘/˘·····
A cunning algebra in the faces of men,11·/˘/˘··/˘··
And God like geometry7···˘/˘˘
Completing his circles, and working cleverly.11˘/˘·/˘·/˘/˘
I'll kiss you over the eyes till I kiss you blind;11···········
If I can--if any one could.8····/˘··
Then perhaps in the dark you'll have got what you11·˘/········
want to find.3···
You've discovered so many bits, with your clever11·˘/˘·/···/˘
eyes,1·
And I'm a kaleidoscope7···˘/˘·
That you shake and shake, and yet it won't come to11···········
your mind.2··
Now stop carping at me.--But God, how I hate you!12··/˘········
Do you fear I shall swindle you?8·····/˘·
Do you think if you take me as I am, that that will13·············
abate you3˘/·
Somehow?--so sad, so intrinsic, so spiritual, yet so13/····˘/˘·/˘··
cautious, you3/˘·
Must have me all in your will and your consciousness--11·········/˘
I hate you.3···

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