David Herbert Lawrence Poems (110 Poems)
Bei Hennef (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
The little river twittering in the twilght,The wan, wandering look of the pale sky.This is almost bliss. And everything shut up and gone to sleep,All the troubles and anxieties and painGone under the twilight. Only the twilight now, and the … Continue reading
Drunk (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow On a night-sky bent with a load Of lights: each solitary rose, Each arc-lamp golden does expose Ghost beyond ghost … Continue reading
The Song of a Man Who has Come Through (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me! If only I am sensitive, … Continue reading
If You are a Man (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
If you are a man, and believe in the destiny of mankind then say to yourself: we will cease to care about property and money and mechanical devices, and open our consciousness to the deep, mysterious life that we are … Continue reading
Patience (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
A wind comes from the north Blowing little flocks of birds Like spray across the town, And a train, roaring forth, Rushes stampeding down With cries and flying curds Of steam, out of the darkening north. Whither I turn and … Continue reading
Nothing To Save (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet. (David Herbert Lawrence)
In a Boat (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
See the stars, love, In the water much clearer and brighter Than those above us, and whiter, Like nenuphars. Star-shadows shine, love, How many stars in your bowl? How many shadows in your soul, Only mine, love, mine? When I … Continue reading
Brother and Sister (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares Along her foot-searched way without … Continue reading
Sorrow (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Why does the thin grey strand Floating up from the forgotten Cigarette between my fingers, Why does it trouble me? Ah, you will understand; When I carried my mother downstairs, A few times only, at the beginning Of her soft-foot … Continue reading
Irony (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Always, sweetheart, Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that very Soon strews itself on the floor; and keep the radiance of spring Fresh quivering; keep the sunny-swift March-days waiting … Continue reading
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