David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

1. Sickness 4/25/2015
2. Autumn Sunshine 5/6/2015
3. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
4. The Mosquito 7/21/2015
5. The White Horse 1/8/2016
6. Hibiscus And Salvia Flowers 4/5/2016
7. Eagle in New Mexico 8/29/2016
8. The American eagle 8/29/2016
9. Humming-Bird 5/21/2015
10. Nostalgia 7/28/2015
11. New Year's Night 12/10/2015
12. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
13. Afternoon In School The Last Lesson 11/26/2014
14. Trust 1/22/2015
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. Lui Et Elle 7/8/2009
24. Mating 1/1/2004
25. In Trouble And Shame 7/8/2009
26. How Beastly The Bourgeois Is 7/8/2009
27. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
28. Submergence 1/1/2004
29. Scent Of Irises 1/1/2004
30. Reproach 1/1/2004
31. Giorno Dei Morti 1/1/2004
32. Dreams Nascent 1/1/2004
33. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
34. Malade 1/1/2004
35. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
36. Epilogue 1/1/2004
37. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
38. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
39. Grey Evening 1/1/2004
40. Perfidy 1/1/2004

Comments about David Herbert Lawrence

  • David Wright (5/25/2018 7:11:00 PM)

    I remember when I was at school all those years ago, remembering a poem by this poet called 'Reynards' Last Run' yet its not listed.....

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  • Vikash sharma (5/19/2018 11:33:00 PM)

    David herbert lawrence

  • N. P.Hewapathirana (3/24/2018 11:35:00 AM)

    We need D.H. Lawrence poem Bats in details.

  • William A. Slusser (3/5/2018 7:08:00 PM)

    D. H. Lawrence's poem Shadows should be included in your list. Shadows may be found in Harold Bloom's volume The Best Poems of the English Language, pp.797-798. I translated it into Spanish, if you are interested.

  • Ward Kallstrom (12/22/2012 1:56:00 AM)

    This a very limited selection, ignoring much of the better, later, work. Why?

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.

Read the full of Self-Pity

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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