David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

1. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
2. Humming-Bird 5/21/2015
3. The Mosquito 7/21/2015
4. Hibiscus And Salvia Flowers 4/5/2016
5. Eagle in New Mexico 8/29/2016
6. The American eagle 8/29/2016
7. Autumn Sunshine 5/6/2015
8. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
9. Sickness 4/25/2015
10. The White Horse 1/8/2016
11. Nostalgia 7/28/2015
12. New Year's Night 12/10/2015
13. Trust 1/22/2015
14. Afternoon In School The Last Lesson 11/26/2014
15. The Gods! The Gods! 7/8/2009
16. Tortoise Family Connections 7/8/2009
17. Tortoise Gallantry 7/8/2009
18. Study 1/1/2004
19. Liaison 1/1/2004
20. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
21. Lotus Hurt By The Cold 1/1/2004
22. Nothing To Save 7/8/2009
23. Mating 1/1/2004
24. In Trouble And Shame 7/8/2009
25. How Beastly The Bourgeois Is 7/8/2009
26. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
27. Submergence 1/1/2004
28. Reproach 1/1/2004
29. Scent Of Irises 1/1/2004
30. Giorno Dei Morti 1/1/2004
31. Dreams Nascent 1/1/2004
32. Malade 1/1/2004
33. Lui Et Elle 7/8/2009
34. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
35. Epilogue 1/1/2004
36. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
37. Grey Evening 1/1/2004
38. Perfidy 1/1/2004
39. In A Boat 1/1/2004
40. Listening 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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