Two-fold
D. H. Lawrence
How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving All with a flash of blue!—when will she be leaving Her room, where the night still hangs like a half-folded bat, And passion unbearable seethes in the darkness, like must in a vat.
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- D. H. Lawrence : Two Wives
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