The Song of a Man Who has Come Through (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of ...
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of ...
See the stars, love, In the water much clearer and brighter Than those above us, and whiter, Like nenuphars. Star-shadows ...
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
Somewhere beneath that piano's superb sleek black Must hide my mother's piano, little and brown with the back That stood ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I will give you all my keys, You shall be my ch?telaine, You shall enter as you please, As you ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
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 ...
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore ...
Forever nameless Forever unknwon Forever unconceived Forever unrepresented yet forever felt in the soul. (David Herbert Lawrence)
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
This is the last of all, this is the last! I must hold my hands, and turn my face to ...
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