The Poetry Corner

Why Does She Weep?

By D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards)

Hush then why do you cry? It's you and me the same as before. If you hear a rustle it's only a rabbit gone back to his hole in a bustle. If something stirs in the branches overhead, it will be a squirrel moving uneasily, disturbed by the stress of our loving. Why should you cry then? Are you afraid of God in the dark? I'm not afraid of God. Let him come forth. If he is hiding in the cover let him come forth. Now in the cool of the day it is we who walk in the trees and call to God "Where art thou?" And it is he who hides. Why do you cry? My heart is bitter. Let God come forth to justify himself now. Why do you cry? Is it Wehmut, ist dir weh? Weep then, yea for the abomination of our old righteousness, We have done wrong many times; but this time we begin to do right. Weep then, weep for the abomination of our past righteousness. God will keep hidden, he won't come forth.