by D. H. 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.
Any idea what he means in this poem? I personally think it's about the author finding his real self, but I'm not sure.
Your thoughts? Care to expand on my idea?