David Herbert Lawrence Poems on Woman (12 Poems)

The Piano (Notebook Version) (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)

Somewhere beneath that piano’s superb sleek black Must hide my mother’s piano, little and brown with the back That stood close to the wall, and the front’s faded silk, both torn And the keys with little hollows, that my mother’s … Continue reading →

Piano (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressing the small, poised feet … Continue reading →

We are Transmitters (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us. That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards. Sexless people transmit nothing. And if, … Continue reading →

Tortoise Family Connections (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk egg? His mother deposited him on the soil as if he were no more than droppings, And now he scuffles … Continue reading →

Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though what she does, except lay four eggs at random in the garden once a year And put up with her … Continue reading →

Tortoise Shout (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I’ve heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life’s unfathomable dawn, Far off, so far, like a madness, under the horizon’s dawning rim, Far, far off, far scream. Tortoise … Continue reading →

Brooding Grief (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

A yellow leaf from the darkness Hops like a frog before me. Why should I start and stand still? I was watching the woman that bore me Stretched in the brindled darkness Of the sick-room, rigid with will To die: … Continue reading →

Restlessness (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the raindrops, that slant into sight, Arriving grey from the darkness above suddenly into the light of the room. I will … Continue reading →

The Gods! The Gods! (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

People were bathing and posturing themselves on the beach, and all was dreary, great robot limbs, robot breasts, robot voices, robot even the gay umbrellas. But a woman, shy and alone, was washing herself under a tap and the glimmer … Continue reading →

Epilogue (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)

Patience, little Heart. One day a heavy, June-hot woman Will enter and shut the door to stay. And when your stifling heart would summon Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the night at bay, Sitting in your room … Continue reading →