David Herbert Lawrence
David Herbert Lawrence
[D.H. Lawrence] (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)
David Herbert Lawrence Poems
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121. | Afternoon In School The Last Lesson | 11/26/2014 |
122. | Butterfly | 1/1/2004 |
123. | Self-Pity | 1/1/2004 |
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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.
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
We need D.H. Lawrence poem Bats in details.
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.
This a very limited selection, ignoring much of the better, later, work. Why?