David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

121. Whales Weep Not! 7/8/2009
122. Willy Wet-Leg 1/1/2004
123. Worm Either Way 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?

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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

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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