David Herbert Lawrence

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

The Prophet - Poem by David Herbert Lawrence

Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom
The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces,
Cry out and fend her off, as she seeks her procreant groom,
Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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