It's a Riot

Gloire de Dijon
BY D. H. LAWRENCE
When she rises in the morning 
I linger to watch her; 
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window 
And the sunbeams catch her 
Glistening white on the shoulders, 
While down her sides the mellow 
Golden shadow glows as 
She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts 
Sway like full-blown yellow 
Gloire de Dijon roses. 

She drips herself with water, and her shoulders 
Glisten as silver, they crumple up 
Like wet and falling roses, and I listen 
For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals. 
In the window full of sunlight 
Concentrates her golden shadow 
Fold on fold, until it glows as 
Mellow as the glory roses. 
DH Laurence ; Gloire De Djon

This caught my eye as I used to grow this rose at my previous home. The imagery felt so alive to me.