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 ...
Since I lost you I am silence-haunted, Sounds wave their little wings A moment, then in weariness settle On the ...
The youth walks up to the white horse, to put its halter on and the horse looks at him in ...
Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving; What did you say, my dear? The rain-bruised leaves ...
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 ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over The edge of the blue, and the ...
I listen to the stillness of you, My dear, among it all; I feel your silence touch my words as ...
Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips, And at night when the wind arose, the lash of the ...
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests ...
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