I AM LIKE A ROSE

By David Herbert Lawrence

I AM myself at last; now I achieve

My very self. I, with the wonder mellow,

Full of fine warmth, I issue forth in clear

And single me, perfected from my fellow.

Here I am all myself. No rose-bush heaving

Its limpid sap to culmination, has brought

Itself more sheer and naked out of the green

In stark-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.