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 ...
It ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ...
As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
My little love, my darling, You were a doorway to me; You let me out of the confines Into this ...
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore ...
When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
Thought, I love thought. But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas I despise that self-important game. Thought ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
Now and again All my body springs alive, And the life that is polarised in my eyes, That quivers between ...
If you live along with all the other people and are just like them, and conform, and are nice you're ...
I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as ...
Many years have I still to burn, detained Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine A darkness ...
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