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. 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. 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. Listening 1/1/2004
34. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
35. Malade 1/1/2004
36. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
37. Epilogue 1/1/2004
38. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
39. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
40. Grey Evening 1/1/2004

Comments about David Herbert Lawrence

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

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

    59 person liked.
    11 person did not like.
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

Dissolute

Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same.

[Report Error]