David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

81. Silence 1/1/2004
82. Snake 7/8/2009
83. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
84. Sorrow 1/1/2004
85. Study 1/1/2004
86. Submergence 1/1/2004
87. Tease 1/1/2004
88. The American eagle -new- 8/29/2016
89. The Bride 1/1/2004
90. The Deepest Sensuality 1/1/2004
91. The Elephant Is Slow To Mate 7/8/2009
92. The End 1/1/2004
93. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
94. The Enkindled Spring 1/1/2004
95. The Gods! The Gods! 7/8/2009
96. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
97. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
98. The Mosquito 7/21/2015
99. The Mystic Blue 1/1/2004
100. The Prophet 1/1/2004
101. The Punisher 1/1/2004
102. The Revolutionary 1/1/2004
103. The Ship Of Death 1/1/2004
104. The Song Of A Man Who Has Come Through 1/1/2004
105. The Virgin Mother 1/1/2004
106. The White Horse 1/8/2016
107. The Wild Common 1/1/2004
108. Thought 1/1/2004
109. To Women As Far As I'M Concerned 1/1/2004
110. Tortoise Family Connections 7/8/2009
111. Tortoise Gallantry 7/8/2009
112. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
113. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
114. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
115. Troth With The Dead 1/1/2004
116. Trust 1/22/2015
117. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
118. Virgin Youth 1/1/2004
119. We Are Transmitters 1/1/2004
120. Week-Night Service 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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