David Herbert Lawrence

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

David Herbert Lawrence Poems

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

Beautiful Old Age

It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.

The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.

Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.

And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich ...

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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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