David Herbert Lawrence

[D.H. Lawrence] (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930 / Nottinghamshire / England)

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

1. Sickness 4/25/2015
2. Autumn Sunshine 5/6/2015
3. Turkey-Cock 5/21/2015
4. The Mosquito 7/21/2015
5. The White Horse 1/8/2016
6. The English are So Nice! 7/28/2015
7. Nostalgia 7/28/2015
8. New Year's Night 12/10/2015
9. Humming-Bird 5/21/2015
10. Afternoon In School The Last Lesson 11/26/2014
11. Trust 1/22/2015
12. The Gods! The Gods! 7/8/2009
13. Tortoise Family Connections 7/8/2009
14. Tortoise Gallantry 7/8/2009
15. Study 1/1/2004
16. The Hands Of The Betrothed 1/1/2004
17. Nothing To Save 7/8/2009
18. How Beastly The Bourgeois Is 7/8/2009
19. Reproach 1/1/2004
20. Giorno Dei Morti 1/1/2004
21. Submergence 1/1/2004
22. Scent Of Irises 1/1/2004
23. Dreams Nascent 1/1/2004
24. Trees In The Garden 7/8/2009
25. In Trouble And Shame 7/8/2009
26. Lui Et Elle 7/8/2009
27. Tortoise Shout 7/8/2009
28. Mating 1/1/2004
29. Tortoise Shell 7/8/2009
30. Snap-Dragon 1/1/2004
31. Liaison 1/1/2004
32. The Inheritance 1/1/2004
33. Lotus Hurt By The Cold 1/1/2004
34. In A Boat 1/1/2004
35. Perfidy 1/1/2004
36. Mystery 1/1/2004
37. Malade 1/1/2004
38. The Enkindled Spring 1/1/2004
39. Listening 1/1/2004
40. Epilogue 1/1/2004
Best Poem of David Herbert Lawrence

A Winter's Tale

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.

I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.

Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow— ...

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Epilogue

Patience, little Heart.
One day a heavy, June-hot woman
Will enter and shut the door to stay.

And when your stifling heart would summon
Cool, lonely night, her roused breasts will keep the night at bay,
Sitting in your room like two tiger-lilies
Flaming on after sunset,
Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of their hot twilight;

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