The Piano (Notebook Version) (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Somewhere beneath that piano's superb sleek black Must hide my mother's piano, little and brown with the back That stood ...
Somewhere beneath that piano's superb sleek black Must hide my mother's piano, little and brown with the back That stood ...
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Of old, ineffectual lives linger blurred and warm; An endless tapestry ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door, And I lingered on the threshold with my hand Upraised ...
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