I am myself at last ; now I achieve
My 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 sheet and naked out of the green
In starck-clear roses, than I to myself am brought.
D.H. Lawrence / I am like a rose