David Herbert Lawrence

[D.H. Lawrence] (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

1. Sickness 4/25/2015
2. Autumn Sunshine 5/6/2015
3. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
4. Humming-Bird 5/21/2015
5. The Mosquito -new- 7/21/2015
6. The English are So Nice! -new- 7/28/2015
7. Nostalgia -new- 7/28/2015
8. Afternoon In School The Last Lesson 11/26/2014
9. Trust 1/22/2015
10. The Gods! The Gods! 7/8/2009
11. Tortoise Family Connections 7/8/2009
12. Tortoise Gallantry 7/8/2009
13. Malade 1/1/2004
14. Study 1/1/2004
15. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
16. Nothing To Save 7/8/2009
17. Lotus Hurt By The Cold 1/1/2004
18. In Trouble And Shame 7/8/2009
19. Mating 1/1/2004
20. How Beastly The Bourgeois Is 7/8/2009
21. Reproach 1/1/2004
22. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
23. Giorno Dei Morti 1/1/2004
24. Listening 1/1/2004
25. Submergence 1/1/2004
26. Dreams Nascent 1/1/2004
27. Mystery 1/1/2004
28. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
29. Liaison 1/1/2004
30. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
31. Epilogue 1/1/2004
32. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
33. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
34. Scent Of Irises 1/1/2004
35. Grey Evening 1/1/2004
36. New Year's Eve 1/1/2004
37. Meeting Among The Mountains 1/1/2004
38. Perfidy 1/1/2004
39. In A Boat 1/1/2004
40. Lui Et Elle 7/8/2009
Best Poem of David Herbert Lawrence

Self-Pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

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The Mosquito

When did you start your tricks
Monsieur?

What do you stand on such high legs for?
Why this length of shredded shank
You exaltation?

Is it so that you shall lift your centre of gravity upwards
And weigh no more than air as you alight upon me,

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