David Herbert Lawrence

(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

A Baby Asleep After Pain - Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.
My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
Like a burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so light,
But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a heaviness, and a weariness.


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  • Gold Star - 31,859 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (6/26/2014 12:04:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem on love and affection to the baby . The relation between mother and baby is so fine. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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