In Trouble and Shame By D.H. Lawrence I look at the swaling' sunset And wish I could go also Then I would turn round Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber, I would laugh with joy. I wish that I could go Through the red doors where I could put off My shame like shoes in the porch My pain like garments, And leave my flesh discarded lying Like luggage of some departed traveller Gone one knows not where. 1. swaling: burning 3. What is this poem about