David Herbert Lawrence Poems on Fire (11 Poems)
The Elephant Is Slow To Mate (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate; he finds a female, they show no haste they wait for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts slowly, slowly to rouse as they loiter along the river-beds and drink … Continue reading
Discipline (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging with flattened leaves; The heads of the boys move dimly through a yellow gloom that stains The class; over them … Continue reading
The Enkindled Spring (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this … Continue reading
The Mystic Blue (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping. Sometimes the darkness trapped within a wheel Runs into speed like a dream, the … Continue reading
Monologue of a Mother (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to the fire, I must watch my dead days fusing together in dross, Shape after shape, and scene after scene from … Continue reading
Scent of Irises (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike of purple irises Rising above the class-room litter, makes me unable To see the class’s lifted and bended faces Save … Continue reading
The Punisher (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells, Scooped them up with small, iron words, Dripping over the runnels. The harsh, cold wind of my words drove on, and still I watched the tears on the guilty … Continue reading
Craving for Spring (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush of creation! Come, life! surge through this mass of mortification! Come, sweep away these exquisite, ghastly first-flowers, which are rather … Continue reading
New Year’s Eve (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
There are only two things now, The great black night scooped out And this fireglow. This fireglow, the core, And we the two ripe pips That are held in store. Listen, the darkness rings As it circulates round our fire. … Continue reading
Last Words to Miriam (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Yours is the shame and sorrow, But the disgrace is mine; Your love was dark and thorough, Mine was the love of the sun for a flower He creates with his shine. I was diligent to explore you, Blossom you … Continue reading
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Love - Man - Life - Night - Faces - Light - Sadness - Death & Dying - Soul - Flowers - Birds - Romantic Love - Woman - Fire - Gold - People - God - Sense & Perception - Silence - Sleep - View All David Herbert Lawrence Poems