David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

41. In A Boat 1/1/2004
42. The Enkindled Spring 1/1/2004
43. The Prophet 1/1/2004
44. Restlessness 1/1/2004
45. Irony 1/1/2004
46. Service Of All The Dead 1/1/2004
47. Brother And Sister 7/8/2009
48. Mystery 1/1/2004
49. Tease 1/1/2004
50. The Revolutionary 1/1/2004
51. Discipline 1/1/2004
52. Elegy 1/1/2004
53. The Bride 1/1/2004
54. Craving For Spring 1/1/2004
55. The Punisher 1/1/2004
56. Excursion 1/1/2004
57. Silence 1/1/2004
58. Kangaroo 1/1/2004
59. Gloire De Dijon 1/1/2004
60. Firelight And Nightfall 1/1/2004
61. The End 1/1/2004
62. Dolor Of Autumn 1/1/2004
63. Listening 1/1/2004
64. Dreams Old 1/1/2004
65. Drunk 1/1/2004
66. Week-Night Service 1/1/2004
67. The Elephant Is Slow To Mate 7/8/2009
68. Meeting Among The Mountains 1/1/2004
69. The Mystic Blue 1/1/2004
70. Troth With The Dead 1/1/2004
71. Dissolute 1/1/2004
72. Patience 1/1/2004
73. The Wild Common 1/1/2004
74. If You Are A Man 1/1/2004
75. Last Words To Miriam 1/1/2004
76. Virgin Youth 1/1/2004
77. Worm Either Way 1/1/2004
78. Willy Wet-Leg 1/1/2004
79. Monologue Of A Mother 1/1/2004
80. Discord In Childhood 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


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


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.

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