David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

1. A Baby Asleep After Pain 1/1/2004
2. A Baby Running Barefoot 1/1/2004
3. A Love Song 1/1/2004
4. A Passing Bell 1/1/2004
5. A Sane Revolution 1/1/2004
6. A Spiritual Woman 1/1/2004
7. A Winter's Tale 1/1/2004
8. A Youth Mowing 1/1/2004
9. After Many Days 1/1/2004
10. Afternoon In School The Last Lesson 11/26/2014
11. Anxiety 1/1/2004
12. At The Window 1/1/2004
13. Autumn Sunshine 5/6/2015
14. Baby Tortoise 7/8/2009
15. Ballad Of Another Ophelia 1/1/2004
16. Bat 7/8/2009
17. Bavarian Gentians 1/1/2004
18. Beautiful Old Age 1/1/2004
19. Bei Hennef 11/15/2004
20. Belief 1/1/2004
21. Birdcage Walk 1/1/2004
22. Blue 1/1/2004
23. Brooding Grief 1/1/2004
24. Brother And Sister 7/8/2009
25. Butterfly 1/1/2004
26. Conceit 1/1/2004
27. Conundrums 1/1/2004
28. Craving For Spring 1/1/2004
29. Cruelty And Love 1/1/2004
30. Discipline 1/1/2004
31. Discord In Childhood 1/1/2004
32. Dissolute 1/1/2004
33. Dolor Of Autumn 1/1/2004
34. Dreams 1/1/2004
35. Dreams Nascent 1/1/2004
36. Dreams Old 1/1/2004
37. Drunk 1/1/2004
38. Elegy 1/1/2004
39. Epilogue 1/1/2004
40. Excursion 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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Epilogue

Patience, little Heart.
One day a heavy, June-hot woman
Will enter and shut the door to stay.

And when your stifling heart would summon
Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the night at bay,
Sitting in your room like two tiger-lilies
Flaming on after sunset,
Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of their hot twilight;

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