The Ship of Death (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
We are a liars, because the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, whereas letters are fixed, and we live ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in ...
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in ...
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ...
Forever nameless Forever unknwon Forever unconceived Forever unrepresented yet forever felt in the soul. (David Herbert Lawrence)
If you live along with all the other people and are just like them, and conform, and are nice you're ...
The moon is broken in twain, and half a moon Before me lies on the still, pale floor of the ...
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests ...
There are four men mowing down by the Isar; I can hear the swish of the scythe-strokes, four Sharp breaths ...
Thought, I love thought. But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas I despise that self-important game. Thought ...
It is conceit that kills us and makes us cowards instead of gods. Under the great Command: Know thy self, ...
Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel, Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads ...
The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
I will give you all my keys, You shall be my ch?telaine, You shall enter as you please, As you ...
There are only two things now, The great black night scooped out And this fireglow. This fireglow, the core, And ...
When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
Had I but known yesterday, Helen, you could discharge the ache Out of the cloud; Had I known yesterday you ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
I look at the swaling sunset And wish I could go also Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar. ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as ...
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