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

I wonder if with you, as it is with me,
If under your slipping words, that easily flow
About you as a garment, easily,
Your violent heart beats to and fro!

Long have I waited, never once confessed,
Even to myself, how bitter the separation;
Now, being come again, how make the best
Reparation?

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