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 ...
Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
My love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests ...
The darkness steals the forms of all the queens, But oh, the palms of his two black hands are red, ...
Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
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