David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

41. Firelight And Nightfall 1/1/2004
42. Giorno Dei Morti 1/1/2004
43. Gloire De Dijon 1/1/2004
44. Green 1/1/2004
45. Grey Evening 1/1/2004
46. Hibiscus And Salvia Flowers 4/5/2016
47. How Beastly The Bourgeois Is 7/8/2009
48. Humming-Bird 5/21/2015
49. If You Are A Man 1/1/2004
50. In A Boat 1/1/2004
51. In Trouble And Shame 7/8/2009
52. Intimates 1/1/2004
53. Irony 1/1/2004
54. Kangaroo 1/1/2004
55. Last Words To Miriam 1/1/2004
56. Liaison 1/1/2004
57. Lies About Love 1/1/2004
58. Listening 1/1/2004
59. Lotus Hurt By The Cold 1/1/2004
60. Lui Et Elle 7/8/2009
61. Malade 1/1/2004
62. Mating 1/1/2004
63. Meeting Among The Mountains 1/1/2004
64. Monologue Of A Mother 1/1/2004
65. Mystery 1/1/2004
66. New Year's Eve 1/1/2004
67. New Year's Night 12/10/2015
68. Nostalgia 7/28/2015
69. Nothing To Save 7/8/2009
70. Patience 1/1/2004
71. Perfidy 1/1/2004
72. Piano 7/8/2009
73. Reproach 1/1/2004
74. Restlessness 1/1/2004
75. Scent Of Irises 1/1/2004
76. Search For Truth 1/1/2004
77. Self-Pity 1/1/2004
78. Service Of All The Dead 1/1/2004
79. Sickness 4/25/2015
80. Silence 1/1/2004
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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After Many Days

I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!

Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
Reparation?

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