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! 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 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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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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