David Herbert Lawrence

(11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

New Year's Night - Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Now you are mine, to-night at last I say it;
You're a dove I have bought for sacrifice,
And to-night I slay it.

Here in my arms my naked sacrifice!
Death, do you hear, in my arms I am bringing
My offering, bought at great price.

She's a silvery dove worth more than all I've got.
Now I offer her up to the ancient, inexorable God,
Who knows me not.

Look, she's a wonderful dove, without blemish or spot!
I sacrifice all in her, my last of the world,
Pride, strength, all the lot.

All, all on the altar! And death swooping down
Like a falcon. 'Tis God has taken the victim;
I have won my renown.


Comments about New Year's Night by David Herbert Lawrence

  • (12/28/2015 6:13:00 AM)


    Wonderfully crafted beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/10/2015 8:58:00 AM)


    Very much expressive sharing definitely. Death brings hearing of eagerness. Wisely penned poem shared.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015



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