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 ...
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
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