A Baby Asleep after Pain (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her ...
As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
"Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one? -- planting rue?" -- "No: yesterday he went to wed ...
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that ...
Complete abandon unbridled joy the collie running as fast as its legs would go oblivious to the world around people ...
Life, like a dance pulling us onto the floor whirling, spinning not in control Following the world's lead or the ...
They worshipped, praised the Lord, sang with their movements, their bodies, their beings In dance they prayed, sang with their ...
Coming down the stairs from my office I heard familiar words or a familiar melody at least Four and six, ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
Even if you cannot shape your life as you want it, at least try this as much as you can; ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
The pact that we made was the ordinary pact of men & women in those days I don't know who ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
In love they wore themselves in a green embrace. A silken rain fell through the spring upon them. In the ...
See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
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