A Winter’s Tale (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps ...
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Our eyes are limpid drops of water. In each drop exists a tiny sign of our genius which has given ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
In the early evening, a now, as man is bending over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a ...
Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient ...
Long Pont's apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the ...
When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House -- And leave a Day at every Door A ...
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode -- Below, the Body speaks, But as the Spirit furnishes -- Apart, ...
Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- These -- are Time's Affair -- Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are ...
"Secrets" is a daily word Yet does not exist -- Muffled -- it remits surmise -- Murmured -- it has ...
There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed -- A Summer briefer than the first ...
The man whose term we would remember as our longest, constant serving Head of State, besides the late Sir Robert ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
The sunburnt terraces which swans make home with water purling, Macchu Pichu died like Delphi long agoâ?" a message to ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you hear me from far ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
Don't walk away, Renee, I'm just getting warmed up your body is like a river and I'm going to swim ...
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