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. Humming-Bird 5/21/2015
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. The Mosquito 7/21/2015
10. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
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. 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

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  • Bijay Kant Dubey Bijay Kant Dubey (9/9/2019 12:54:00 PM)

    D.H.Lawrence is a poet of birds, beasts and flowers telling about kangaroos, bats, pansies, Bavarian gentians so fraught with religious mysticism and a search for the dark gods which are but overflows from his pen as poetic tidbits, chit-chats penned down rather than taking seriously, opening the plethora of occasional, eventual, circumstantial, sketchy, autobiographical verses.

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  • Timothy (8/11/2019 4:53:00 PM)

    I like the poem about the golden snake and the more recent one about pentacost. Isn't there also a poem about New Mexico telling of the Navajo way of walking in Beauty?

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  • Bijay Kant Dubey (11/15/2018 2:15:00 PM)

    A Georgian, an imagist, Lawrence is a poet of birds, beasts and flowers writing the poetry of the kangaroos, elephants, bats, mosquitoes, snakes, pansies, Bavarian gentians fraught with religious mysticism, launching the ship of death, drifting towards the dark journey of oblivion and a search for the dark gods.

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  • 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

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

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

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  • 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.

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

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

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Best Poem of David Herbert Lawrence

Ballad Of Another Ophelia

Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard,
Lamps in a wash of rain!
Oh the wet walk of my brown hen through the stackyard,
Oh tears on the window pane!

Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples,
Full of disappointment and of rain,
Brackish they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapples
Of autumn tell the withered tale again.

All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my marigold bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.

For the grey rat found the gold thirteen ...

Read the full of Ballad Of Another Ophelia

Irony

Always, sweetheart,
Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry,
Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very
Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring
Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting
In a little throng at your door, and admit the one who is plaiting
Her hair for womanhood, and play awhile with her, then bid her depart.

A come and go of March-day loves

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