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

Now you are mine, to-night at last I say it;
You're a dove I have bought for sacrifice,
And to-night I slay it.

Here in my arms my naked sacrifice!
Death, do you hear, in my arms I am bringing
My offering, bought at great price.

She's a silvery dove worth more than all I've got.

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