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 ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips, And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the ...
Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; What did you say, my dear? The rain-bruised leaves ...
A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight, Star-spiders spinning their thread Hang high suspended, withouten respite Watching ...
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