Beautiful Old Age (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
It ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ...
It ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The taxi makes the vegetables fly. 'Dozo kudasai,' I have him wait. Past the bright lake up into the temple, ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Though the unseen may vanish, though insight fails And doubter and downcast saint Join in the same complaint, What holy ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
In sleep I dream the gratitude I know I cannot say Now you are in a latitude where palm trees ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
In the beginning was the three-pointed star, One smile of light across the empty face, One bough of bone across ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
The burden of fair women. Vain delight, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that ...
LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago. From her fan, sliding slow, Parrot-bright fire's feathers, Gilded ...
THrise happie she, that is so well assured Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart: that nether will for ...
This Statue, I must confess, is magnificent to see, And I hope will long be appreciated by the people of ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But ...
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