Elegy (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars ...
Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near, And I am of it, the small sharp stars ...
The tall yellow hollyhocks stand, Still and straight, With their round blossoms spread open, In the quiet sunshine. And still ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
About twenty years ago Two girls came in where I worked - A bosomy English rose And her friend in ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
The symphony of Pentecost many voices singing, playing, proclaiming the same melody each playing a special part the different voices, ...
God's message, the singular good news told simultaneously, a cacophony, a symphony of voices, as if birds singing on a ...
In a lot of ways that was the greatest compliment I could have been given at that moment in that ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said -- Yet held my ...
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons -- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes -- Heavenly Hurt, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there Was ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
The stone-built villages of England. A cathedral bottled in a pub window. Cows dispersed across fields. Monuments to kings. A ...
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused ...
". . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the ...
She lies in her well-kept apartment above the spick and span cathedral in the heart of the walled city above ...
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