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 7/21/2015
6. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
7. Nostalgia 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. Study 1/1/2004
14. Liaison 1/1/2004
15. Lotus Hurt By The Cold 1/1/2004
16. In Trouble And Shame 7/8/2009
17. How Beastly The Bourgeois Is 7/8/2009
18. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
19. Malade 1/1/2004
20. Giorno Dei Morti 1/1/2004
21. Listening 1/1/2004
22. Submergence 1/1/2004
23. Scent Of Irises 1/1/2004
24. Dreams Nascent 1/1/2004
25. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
26. Nothing To Save 7/8/2009
27. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
28. Lui Et Elle 7/8/2009
29. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
30. Epilogue 1/1/2004
31. Mating 1/1/2004
32. Reproach 1/1/2004
33. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
34. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
35. Grey Evening 1/1/2004
36. Meeting Among The Mountains 1/1/2004
37. In A Boat 1/1/2004
38. Excursion 1/1/2004
39. The Prophet 1/1/2004
40. Mystery 1/1/2004
Best Poem of David Herbert Lawrence

A Winter's Tale

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow— ...

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Dissolute

Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same.

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