David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

81. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
82. Sorrow 1/1/2004
83. Study 1/1/2004
84. Submergence 1/1/2004
85. Tease 1/1/2004
86. The Bride 1/1/2004
87. The Deepest Sensuality 1/1/2004
88. The Elephant Is Slow To Mate 7/8/2009
89. The End 1/1/2004
90. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
91. The Enkindled Spring 1/1/2004
92. The Gods! The Gods! 7/8/2009
93. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
94. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
95. The Mosquito 7/21/2015
96. The Mystic Blue 1/1/2004
97. The Prophet 1/1/2004
98. The Punisher 1/1/2004
99. The Revolutionary 1/1/2004
100. The Ship Of Death 1/1/2004
101. The Song Of A Man Who Has Come Through 1/1/2004
102. The Virgin Mother 1/1/2004
103. The White Horse 1/8/2016
104. The Wild Common 1/1/2004
105. Thought 1/1/2004
106. To Women As Far As I'M Concerned 1/1/2004
107. Tortoise Family Connections 7/8/2009
108. Tortoise Gallantry 7/8/2009
109. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
110. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
111. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
112. Troth With The Dead 1/1/2004
113. Trust 1/22/2015
114. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
115. Virgin Youth 1/1/2004
116. We Are Transmitters 1/1/2004
117. Week-Night Service 1/1/2004
118. Whales Weep Not! 7/8/2009
119. Willy Wet-Leg 1/1/2004
120. 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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Irony

Always, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry,
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart.

A come and go of March-day loves

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