The Elephant Is Slow To Mate (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate; he finds a female, they show no haste they wait ...
The elephant, the huge old beast, is slow to mate; he finds a female, they show no haste they wait ...
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells, Scooped them up with small, iron words, Dripping over ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
There are only two things now, The great black night scooped out And this fireglow. This fireglow, the core, And ...
Yours is the shame and sorrow, But the disgrace is mine; Your love was dark and thorough, Mine was the ...
Had I but known yesterday, Helen, you could discharge the ache Out of the cloud; Had I known yesterday you ...
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