David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

81. Sorrow 1/1/2004
82. Study 1/1/2004
83. Submergence 1/1/2004
84. Tease 1/1/2004
85. The Bride 1/1/2004
86. The Deepest Sensuality 1/1/2004
87. The Elephant Is Slow To Mate 7/8/2009
88. The End 1/1/2004
89. The English are So Nice! -new- 7/28/2015
90. The Enkindled Spring 1/1/2004
91. The Gods! The Gods! 7/8/2009
92. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
93. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
94. The Mosquito -new- 7/21/2015
95. The Mystic Blue 1/1/2004
96. The Prophet 1/1/2004
97. The Punisher 1/1/2004
98. The Revolutionary 1/1/2004
99. The Ship Of Death 1/1/2004
100. The Song Of A Man Who Has Come Through 1/1/2004
101. The Virgin Mother 1/1/2004
102. The Wild Common 1/1/2004
103. Thought 1/1/2004
104. To Women As Far As I'M Concerned 1/1/2004
105. Tortoise Family Connections 7/8/2009
106. Tortoise Gallantry 7/8/2009
107. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
108. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
109. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
110. Troth With The Dead 1/1/2004
111. Trust 1/22/2015
112. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
113. Virgin Youth 1/1/2004
114. We Are Transmitters 1/1/2004
115. Week-Night Service 1/1/2004
116. Whales Weep Not! 7/8/2009
117. Willy Wet-Leg 1/1/2004
118. Worm Either Way 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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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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