David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

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

Patience, little Heart.
One day a heavy, June-hot woman
Will enter and shut the door to stay.

And when your stifling heart would summon
Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the night at bay,
Sitting in your room like two tiger-lilies
Flaming on after sunset,
Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of their hot twilight;

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