David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

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