Mating

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Mating from Amores by D. H. Lawrence Read for LibriVox.org by Noel Badrian round clouds roll in the arms of the wind the round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky and see where the budding hazels are thinned the wild anemones lie in undulating shivers beneath the wind over the blue of the waters ply white ducks a living flotilla of cloud and look you floating just thereby the blue gleamed drake stems proud like abraham whose seed should multiply in the lustrous gleam of the water there scramble seven toads across the silk obscure leaves seven toads that meet in the dusk to share the darkness that interweaves the sky and earth and water and live things everywhere look now through the woods where the beech-green spurts like a storm of emerald snow look see a great bay stallion dances skirts the bushes sumptuously going outward now in the spring to his brief deserts ah love with your rich warm face aglow what sudden expectation opens you so wide as you watch the catkins blow their dust from the birch on the blue lift of the pulsing wind ah tell me you know ah surely ah sure from the golden sun a quickening masculine gleam floats into all us creatures people and flowers undone lying open under his thrall as he begets the year in us what then would you shun why i should think that from the earth there fly fine thrills to the neighbour stars fine yellow beams thrown lustily off from our full-blown high bursting globe of dreams to quicken the spheres that are virgin still in the sky do you not hear each morsel thrill with joy at travelling to plant itself within the expectant one therein to instil new rapture new shape to win from the thick of life wake up another will surely and if that i would spill the vivid ah the fiery surplus of life from off my brimming measure to fill you and flush you rife with increase do you call it evil and always evil

a love song a love song reject me not if i should say to you i do forget the sounding of your voice i do forget your eyes that searching through the mists perceive our marriage and rejoice yet when the apple-blossom opens wide under the pallid moonlight's fingering i see your blanched face at my breast and hide my eyes from diligent work malingering ah then upon my bedroom i do draw the blind to hide the garden where the moon enjoys the open blossoms as they straw their beauty for his taking boon for boon and i do lift my aching arms to you and i do lift my anguished avid breast and i do weep for very pain of you and fling myself at the doors of sleep for rest And I do toss through the troubled night for you, Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine, Feeling your strong breast carry me on into the peace, Where sleep is stronger even than wine.

brother and sister the shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky draws towards the downward slope some sorrow hath worn her down to the quick so she faintly fares along her foot-searched way without knowing why she creeps persistent down the sky's long stairs some say they see though i have never seen the dead moon heaped within the new moon's arms for surely the fragile fine young thing had been too heavily burdened to mount the heavens so but my heart stands still as a new strong dread alarms me might a young girl be heaped with such shadow of woe since death from the mother moon has pared us down to the quick and cast us forth like shorn thin moons to travel an uncharted way among the myriad thick-strewn stars of silent people and bluminous litter of lives which sorrows like mischievous dark mice chavel to nod diminishing each star's glitter since death has delivered us utterly naked and white since the month of childhood is over and we stand alone since the beloved faded moon that set us alight is delivered from us and pays no heed though we moan in sorrow since we stand in bewilderment strange and fearful to sally forth down the sky's long range We may not cry to her still to sustain us here.

It almost has a bit of a marbly effect when you sort of think of that.

It's actually slightly hard to describe, so I'm probably not doing a very good job at this, because you can get some... merles which are not visible either which just appear white or solid colored but it's it's merle is a gene and often on a visible level it will be quite clear that you see this sort of marbly pigmentation where there's two colors blending together whether it's the white with black or white with the red color and because of the the genetics involved in merle if you have a merle to merle Mating depends.

It is actually quite complicated.

And we've just updated the IHA to reflect this.