Brother and Sister (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky, Draws towards the ...
It ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
My love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not ...
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